"They may help along our charity play," suggested Dorothy. "They look as if they might be able to act, especially Mr. Jennings."
"Yes, I fancy he could act some parts—a big part with a whole lot of sitting down in it," said Tavia.
"And Mr. Scott might be something on the Christmas tree," returned Dorothy. "In a pretty, striped dress he would make a dear little cornucopia, his blond head sticking out of the top like a sweet little doll."
"I'm just going to tell him that," threatened Tavia. "Then I will be more sure than ever of—his attention."
"Tavia! you wouldn't do anything like that!"
"Why not? You were only complimenting him."
"Now, really, if you do, Tavia, I shall be positively angry," and Dorothy frowned indignantly. "When we are exchanging confidences I don't think it fair to betray them."
"Oh, all right, if you feel that way about it. But I really do think these two boys quite an acquisition. They will help out wonderfully."
"But college boys are old enough to be engaged," said Dorothy, "and perhaps we will get no more of their attention than was bestowed upon us to-day," and she made a wry face to express her fears on that score.
"Engaged! All the more fun. I just simply love to make girls jealous. Now, what girl on earth would be able to hold her admirers against you?"