“Get out! You’re mad because you’re not going,” said Tom, as he made up his white tie for about the fifth time.
“I wouldn’t so lower myself!” shot back Holly, as he went out.
But at last the boys were ready, and, talk about girls taking a long time to—well, but there, I promised to say nothing about it. Anyhow, at last they were off.
The dances at Fairview were always enjoyable affairs, and this one was no exception. The girl friends of our heroes were awaiting them.
“I hope your cards aren’t all filled,” greeted Tom.
“There is one dance left for each of you,” spoke Madge Tyler, but her laughing eyes stopped the protest that arose to Tom’s lips.
“You don’t mean it!” he burst out, as he took the program from her. Then a look showed him that there were many vacant spaces which he proceeded to fill. Madge laughed mischievously.
“Whose name was down here, that you rubbed off?” demanded Tom suspiciously. Miss Tyler blushed.
“Oh, that’s some of your Randall manners,” she burst out.