“Me either,” interrupted Sid, with a laugh.
“Come on, then,” invited Phil’s sister. “We are just in time to catch a trolley for Fairview. I have a letter from home for you, Phil,” she added.
A little later a merry crowd of young people were walking up the campus of the co-educational institution, where the three girls were pursuing their studies. It was Saturday afternoon, and a half holiday for everyone. Ruth, having secured permission, escorted her brother and his two chums to one of the rooms set aside for the use of the girl students in which to entertain their friends.
“Why, sis, this is quite a spread!” complimented Phil, as he saw the elaborate preparations in the shape of paper napkins, in the colors of Randall—yellow and maroon—spread about on the table, and as he noted the flowers and the rather more generous “feed” than that indicated when his sister had named lady fingers and charlotte russe.
“Yes, we provided this in case you won,” replied Ruth, “but if you had lost——”
“Well, in case we had lost?” asked Sid, who was close to Miss Harrison.
“We were going to eat it all ourselves,” finished Madge.
“And be ill afterward,” interjected Tom. “I’m glad, for more reasons than two, that we won; eh, fellows?”
“Yes, but—er—if it’s all the same to you, let’s eat,” suggested Phil, with the freedom of an elder brother.
There was a merry time. The fair hostesses had provided coffee and sandwiches, with plenty of ice cream and cake, and when they had been at the table for some time, Phil, with a sigh of satisfaction, remarked: