“Here!” exclaimed Tom, taking the order. He scratched out the offending name. “It’s gone now,” he added, with a laugh.
“I am in your debt, Mr. Simpson,” went on Ruth.
“Then repay me sometime by saving a dance for me,” spoke the lad from the Golden West, as he bowed and moved away.
“I think this is our dance—now!” spoke Tom, with a smile.
“Oh—Tom!” exclaimed the girl, “I—I think I’d rather sit it out.”
[CHAPTER XXVIII]
THE LEGAL BATTLE
Langridge left the gymnasium immediately after the unpleasant scene, and Gerhart soon followed. In a manner, the evening had been partly spoiled for Ruth, but her girl chums gathered around her, and succeeded in bringing back a smile to her face.
She and Tom “sat out” the dance over which there had been a dispute, and in a palm bower they talked of many things. Miss Clinton begged off from her partner in next to the last dance, but she did the closing number with Tom, who wished that the music would never cease.