“Fine! We’ll all go together. Come on, Sid, and get some of the outfield mud scraped away.”
The girls waved laughing farewells, and Sid, rather awkwardly, shook hands with Miss Harrison.
“What’s the matter, old chap?” asked Tom of him, when they were beyond hearing distance of the girls. “Are you afraid you’ll never see her again?”
“Shut up!” cried Sid.
“Wonders will never cease,” went on Phil. “To see our old misogynist being led along by a pretty girl! However did you get up the spunk to ask her to go to-night, sport?”
“Shut up!” cried Sid again. “Haven’t I got a right to?”
“Oh, of course!” agreed Tom quickly. “It’s a sign of regeneration, old man. I’m glad to see it! What color are her eyes?”
“Blue,” answered Sid promptly, before he thought.
“Ha! Ha!” laughed Phil and Tom.