“Oh, how prettily said!” exclaimed Miss Warden. “Madge, why didn’t you tell us about your cousin before?”
“It’s time enough now,” was Madge’s rejoinder.
“But what about my brother?” asked Ruth anxiously.
Then Tom told her, and gave her the letter with which Phil had entrusted him. The young people talked gaily for some minutes longer, and then Madge, with a look at the clock, said that it was about time Miss Philock would be back to see that Tom had not overstayed.
“What a short ten minutes!” he exclaimed, and he looked full in Ruth Clinton’s eyes.
“Wasn’t it?” she agreed. “However, I hope you will come again—that is—of course you can’t come here, but perhaps we—I—er—that is——” She stopped in confusion.
“You’re almost as bad as Tom was!” declared Madge, and there was just a little change from her former genial tones. She glanced critically at Tom.
“I expect to come over again,” replied Phil’s chum. “And I hope I shall see you then, Miss Clinton—see all of you, of course,” he added quickly.
“It depends on Miss Philock,” said Miss Warden.
“Will you be at the Fairview-Randall football game?” asked Tom.