“Oh, yes; but you see I happened to come to Haddonfield to stay over night with relatives, and when I found Madge and Ruth were going to a little affair here to-night, I asked them to stay with me. It’s such a jaunt back to the college.”
“Indeed it is,” agreed Sid. “You and Miss Tyler and Miss Clinton are great friends, I judge,” he went on, wondering what his next sentence would be.
“Indeed we are. Aren’t they perfectly sweet girls?”
“Fine!” exclaimed Sid with such enthusiasm that his companion looked at him in some surprise, her flashing eyes completing the work already begun by their first glance.
“I thought you didn’t care for—that is—was that true what Mr. Parsons accused you of?” Miss Harrison asked. “Is a misogynist a very savage creature?” she went on demurely.
“That’s all rot—I beg your pardon—they were rigging you—I—er—I mean—Oh, I say, Miss Harrison, are you going to the Phi Beta racket to-night—I mean the theatricals to-night?” and poor Sid floundered in deeper and deeper.
“No,” answered the girl, “I’m not going.”
“Why not?” asked Sid desperately.
“Because I haven’t been asked, I suppose,” and she laughed merrily.
“Then would you mind—that is—I have two tickets—but I didn’t expect to go. Now, if you would——”