“’Lo, ’lo!” exclaimed Mabel, her cheeks matching the scarlet of her Tam o’Shanter.
“Low, low! Sweet and Low!” responded Nat. “Also so low!”
“No—but Milo!” said Ned, with a complimentary look at Mabel. “The Venus mended.”
“‘High low,’” went on Ted. “That’s what it is. A high—low and the game! To go out there to-night in this freeze!”
“Strange thing,” Dorothy murmured, “how young men freeze up—sort of antagonistic convulsion.”
“Oh, come on,” drawled Ned, “when a girl wills, she will—and there’s an end on it.”
It did not take the girls long to comply—Dorothy was out with Ted, Mabel, Nat and Ned before the boys had a chance to relent.
“Those bundles?” questioned Ted, as Dorothy surrounded herself with the things for Emily.
“Now did you ever!” exclaimed Dorothy. “It seems to me everything is displeasing to-day.”
“No offence, I’m sure,” Ted hastened to correct, “but the fact is—we boys had a sort of good time framed up for this afternoon. Not but what we are delighted to be of service——”