“Let me alone!” he retorted. “Didn’t my old college win? Wow! Wow! Wow!” and he began to dance, while his daughters blushed more deeply. But who cared?
The diamond was overrun with spectators, anxious to shake hands with the victorious players, especially with Sid, who had batted the way to victory.
Three pretty girls made their way through the press.
“Are congratulations in order?” asked one.
“Of course, Miss Tyler,” answered Phil.
“Sure,” added Tom, clasping the hands Ruth Clinton held out to him. Sid stepped to one side, as Mabel Harrison came up. He was rather pale under his tan.
“Come on, let’s all go off and have some cream,” proposed Phil. “Come along, Sid, you and Miss Harrison——”
He paused in confusion, for he had, for the moment, forgotten the cloud between the two. Mabel Harrison blushed, and was about to turn away, but Sid stepped forward.
“I will only be too happy,” he said, “if Miss Harrison will——”
“You know—you know——” she stammered in confusion. The six were somewhat by themselves now, for the crowd had surged away.