“And I, I swear!—so help me, God.” They wrung each other’s hands.
“Say—Tonio old sport,” said Kit after another pause.
“What is it, Kitty?”
“Reg Carroll’s a brick, don’t you think?”
“He certainly is. By the by, Kit, is Betty coming down for the dance to-morrow night?”
“Yes, gets here to-morrow afternoon; Bab too.”
“Good work. Tell her, will you, before to-morrow night that you and I have made it up.”
“I won’t need,” answered Kit; “I never let her know we had fallen out.”
Tony gasped with astonishment. “Well, by Jove, kiddo, you are a perfect corker.”