"Why, bless you, no. Why should I be? Aren't they the dearest—babies. But you boys——"
"Oh, mad at us! Cora Kimball!" and her brother threatened to injure his beauty on the matting rug. "If I had only the least idea that you didn't like us, I would have packed the whole crowd off to the bungalow."
"Still you insist upon misunderstanding me. Well, I may as well give up, Jack. Let us talk about something else."
"I might make another mistake. But I would like to tell you what some of the boys said about the dance last night. They were just raving about you. Did you like Porter?"
"The boy with a smile? Yes, I did. I don't know when I saw a young man so real. You know, Jack, with all due respect to boys hovering around twenty, they usually display too much—hover."
"Chumpy, you mean."
"If the word were a little less—aspirated. Girls might say—crude."
"Real nice of the girls. But Porter asked me if I'd bring him around."
"Why not? Bess had a splendid time with him."
"But he spoke of you, Cora. And he's a great fellow at college."