“But we can come again; can’t we?” asked Frank, as they paused at the door. Somewhere down the corridor a thin lady, with thin lips, was narrowly watching the group of young people.
“Sure we can come again!” declared Phil. “They can’t stop me from seeing my sister.”
“Or someone else’s,” put in Tom, mischievously.
“Tom! Stop it!” cried Madge Tyler. “She’ll hear you.”
“But we will come!” declared Frank.
“I don’t see how we poor girls can prevent you,” said Helen Newton, with a mischievous glance of her eyes.
“Young ladies!” came a warning voice from down the corridor.
“Oh, you really must go!” exclaimed Ruth Clinton.
“All right,” agreed Tom. “We’ll be back soon. When is the next dance?”
“We’ll send you cards,” replied Madge Tyler. “Good-bye!”