“Oh, Mr. Henderson, don’t go on my account!”
“Oh, it isn’t on your account—I mean—that is—Oh, wouldn’t you like to go?” and he seemed in great distress.
“I should love to,” she almost whispered.
“Then will you—that is would you—er—that is——”
“Of course I will,” answered Mabel, taking pity on her companion’s embarrassment. “Won’t it be lovely, with Madge and Ruth, and her brother and Mr. Parsons. We’ll be quite a party.”
“It’ll be immense!” declared Sid with great conviction. Thereafter he seemed to find it easier to keep the conversation going.
The little group came to the end of the campus. Phil, Tom, Madge and Ruth waited for Sid and Mabel.
“Well, we’ll see you girls to-night,” said Tom, for he and his chum were anxious to get to their room and “tog up.” Then he added: “It’s a pity Miss Harrison isn’t going. If I had thought——”
“Miss Harrison is going!” cried Sid with sudden energy.
“What?” cried Tom and Phil together. Then, realizing that it might embarrass the girl, Tom added: