“No, sis. Say, but you’re looking pretty to-night! Got your hair fixed differently, somehow. Somebody coming?” and playfully he pinched her red cheeks.
“Yes, Mabel Davis is coming to call,” replied Clara, pretending to be very busy arranging some articles on the mantle.
“Oh, ho! So that’s how the wind blows!” exclaimed Joe, with a laugh. “But I’ll wager someone besides Mabel is coming over. Tom Davis told me to come and see him, Mabel is going out, you’re all togged up—say, sis, who’s the lucky chap?”
“Oh, don’t bother me!” exclaimed the blushing girl.
“That’s all right. Tom and I will come around later and put a tic-tac on the window, when you and Mabel, and the two chaps, are in the parlor.”
“I thought you had gotten all over such childish tricks—and you a Yale Freshman!” exclaimed Clara, half sarcastically.
“Well, I suppose I will have to pass ’em up—worse luck!” exclaimed her brother, with something like a groan. “Have your fun, sis. It’ll soon be over.”
“Oh, my! What a mournful face!” laughed the girl. “There, run along now, little boy, and don’t bother me.”
Joe looked at her for a moment, and the conviction grew on him that his sister was prettier than ever, with that blush on her face.