“We’ll do nothing of the sort! I told you we had no time to waste on you boys, and we only came thus far to be polite in exchange for the keep-sakes. But you can have them back if you think it gives you the right to order me around.”
Eleanor held out the seal, but Jim looked forlorn. Then she laughed because he felt bad at her teasing.
“Come now, Jimmy, say good-by like an old dear, and tell Polly and me to run home.”
“I wish you were my sister!” sighed Jim.
“Your sister? What good would that do you?” asked Eleanor.
“Because you’d let me kiss you good-by!” retorted he.
They all laughed merrily, and Polly said: “You’d never want to kiss her if she was a sister. You wouldn’t even have asked her to come to the station with you.”
“You’re right, Poll! Now I’m going—good-by, boys!” and Eleanor held forth both hands—one to each boy.
After many repeated good-bys, the girls left and slowly walked down the avenue. When they had reached the parkway that runs over the car-tunnel, and is known by the name of Madison avenue, Polly said: “Why wouldn’t you wait for the train, Nolla?”
“Because, Polly, I like both those boys and I don’t want to lose them so soon. If a male thinks we females will run at beck and call for them, they quickly weary of such a game. It is the one who refuses to be wound about a finger, that always keeps the beaux on a string.”