“Not as far as I am concerned. But I’d rather your brother would tell.”
“Then I’m going to make him when he comes home.”
Joe was rather glad Reggie was not there then. For, in spite of everything, Joe knew there would be a feeling of embarrassment on both sides.
“I have come to say good-bye,” he said to the girl. “We leave for the North, soon, and the rest of the season will be filled with traveling about.”
“I’m sorry you’re going,” she said, frankly.
“Are you?” he asked, softly. “Perhaps you will allow me to write to you.”
“I’d be glad to have you,” she replied, warmly, and she gave him a quick glance. “Perhaps I may see you play sometime; I love baseball!”
“I’m very glad,” returned Joe, and, after a while—rather a long while, to speak the truth—he said good-bye.