“Thank you ever so much, Mr. Moore,” said Irene, “but really, I——”
“Why, of course you can go, Irene,” exclaimed Grace, who had not missed Irene’s look of consternation when John suggested spending an evening viewing a movie illustrative of the sacrifices of the pioneers. However, Irene had quickly recovered from the shock and seemed to be seriously considering John’s invitation.
“I’ll be glad to go, thank you, John; but of course we must have Irene!”
“Certainly, we want Miss Kirby,” John declared.
“But if you hadn’t seen me here, Mr. Moore, you’d never have thought of asking me. You know you wouldn’t.”
“Honestly, I thought of it before I came into the store! Ever since that day you were so nice about letting Grace off to go to the game I’ve had a feeling I’d like to show you some trifling attention. I’ll take it as another favor if you’ll go.”
“Oh, if you put it that way, Mr. Moore, of course I accept,” said Irene. “I must skip; you stay, Grace, and arrange the little details.”
“It’s mighty nice of Miss Kirby to go,” John remarked as he resumed his seat after bowing Irene from the table. “And it must make things a lot easier for you to have a fine girl like that to work with. You can tell she knows her business. I guess nothing’s going to rattle her much!”
“What are you trying to do, John; make me jealous?” laughed Grace.
“Now Grace, you know——”