[CHAPTER XI]
THE WAY OF A MAID
“Who’s it from, Phil?”
“Let’s read it; will you?”
“He doesn’t dare?”
These comments greeted the advent of Phil into the room of the inseparables, after a late lecture, one day about a week following the events narrated in the last chapter. The cause was a pink envelope that was exposed in a prominent place on Phil’s bureau—an envelope flanked by a comb, brush, a handkerchief box and a red tie, to be thus rendered all the more conspicuous. Tom, Sid and Frank, having entered the room ahead of their chum, and seeing the missive, had thus called his attention to it.
“What’s all the excitement?” asked Phil innocently enough.
“As if he didn’t know!” jeered Tom.
“I’ll give you a quarter if you let me read it first,” offered Frank.