“Then won’t you please think now?” pleaded Tom, with an odd air of patheticness, at which Miss Tyler laughed gaily.
“Well, perhaps I shan’t find that so very difficult,” she replied.
“And if you think real hard, can you get a mental picture of your humble servant taking you to that game?” Tom was very much in earnest, though his air was bantering.
“Well,” she answered tantalizingly, “I do seem to see a sort of hazy painting to that effect.”
“Good! It will grow more distinct with time. I’ll call for you, then. A number of the boys are going to charter a little steamer and sail down the river, and into the lake. We’ll land at a point about four miles from Fairview, and go over in some automobiles.”
“That will be jolly!”
“I’m glad you think so. Is the picture any clearer?”
“Oh, yes, much so. I think the autos have cleared away the mist. Aren’t we silly, though?” she asked.
“Not a bit of it,” declared Tom stoutly. “I’ll be on hand here for you, then, shortly after lunch on Saturday.”
“Is the nine going that way?”