"Managed it," scoffed Roy. "Why, it isn't every fellow has the chance to hold two beauteous maidens in his arms——"
"Still I might have picked out a more appropriate place," said Allen whimsically.
"Tell me something, Frank," said Grace, taking another piece of candy and looking her prettiest at him.
"Anything," he answered promptly.
"Under the same conditions, would you have rushed into a burning house—to save me?"
"Would I?" he replied with a fervor that made Grace jump and the rest laugh. "You just give me a chance; that's all. I'll show you!"
"Goodness!" exclaimed Betty, twinkling. "I'll be afraid to sleep with Grace any more. She's apt to set the place on fire just to see what happens."
"Good-bye, I'm going away from here," said Mollie, making a pretense of clambering out of the machine. "One fire is just about enough for me. Let me go, Roy Anderson—don't you dare to hold me."
"Couldn't do anything pleasanter," said Roy cheerfully, at which
Grace held up her hands in pretended horror.
"Heavens, everybody's getting sentimental," she cried. "If we don't stop it, we'll just ruin everything, that's all. Look out for that dog, Frank!"