“Do you want it?” she asked daringly.
“Yes,” said Tom, “even though it is the color of the enemy.”
“What will you give me for it?” she asked.
“My colors,” said Tom, taking a small knot of yellow and maroon from his coat lapel. “We’ll exchange until the victory goes the other way about.”
“All right,” she agreed laughingly. “Don’t forget, now. Mr. Parsons.”
“I’ll not,” he assured her, and he turned to see Madge regarding him curiously. Her eyes shifted away quickly as they met his.
“Heard from dad?” asked Phil, who had been an amused witness to the little scene.
“Yes, I have a letter with me,” answered his sister. “Here it is,” and she handed it to Phil. “Mother is some better.”
“That’s good. Do you have to get right back to college, or have you girls time to go down the street and have some soda?” asked Phil.