“That’s so, I suppose. Where is she now?”
“In the Y. W. C. A.”
“Oh, that’s all right then. Listen, you will try to come on to-night; won’t you?”
“Sure, Sis.”
“I’m so tired, and it’s more of a responsibility than I thought it would be.”
“Well, don’t worry, Sis. We’re going to get something to eat, and then we’ll see what we can do.”
“Eat! You don’t mean to say, Jack Kimball, that you’re going to stop to eat?”
“Well, I guess we are. Haven’t had a bite since noon.”
“Why can’t you get dinner after you get here?”
“It might be more like breakfast than dinner if we waited,” and Jack laughed. “No, we’re going to eat here and then we’ll see what we can do. Don’t worry any more. The Get There will go somewhere, anyhow. Now take it easy.”