She grasped Marion by the shoulders and whirled her around so that she faced the mirror directly over the mantel.
Marion blushed and was about to speak, when Dollie tapped on the door. Her lover, Ralph Moore, was with her and begged the girls to let him come in a minute.
“Come right in, Brother Ralph,” said Marion, teasingly. “Come in and see Dollie’s new home, and I’ll introduce you to Miss Allyn.”
Ralph Moore was a handsome fellow, with charming manners, and since his engagement to Dollie he was just like a big brother to Marion.
“It’s very pretty,” he said, admiringly. “I hope I’ll soon be able to furnish as pretty a one for Dollie.”
“What, and take her away from me?” asked Miss Allyn, quickly. “Well, that settles it, Mr. Moore. You can consider me your sworn enemy.”
“Oh, you’ll have to live with us,” retorted Dollie. “We’ll take a bigger flat and all live together.”
“No, thanks,” said Miss Allyn, laughing; “none of that for me. Do you suppose I could stand it to see you forever spooning?”
After a laugh at this remark, Mr. Moore took his departure, boldly kissing his sweetheart in the tenderest manner.