“Jimmie!” replied Alma.
“Oh-o-o-o-oh!”
The shout was mortifying, Betta came to the rescue.
“Jimmie isn’t your prince—Alma?” she asked sweetly.
“Jimmie!” Alma’s tone was caustic. “As if that freckled face——”
“Here! Easy on the Jimbsy!” warned Treble. “He’s a perfectly fine little Scout, and if ever this patrol extends to co-ed——!”
“Let Alma read her letter,” ordered Thistle, the corporal.
“How’d you say you got it?” persisted Wyn.
“Jimmie brought it.”
“Where did he get it?” again asked the irrepressible Wyn.