“Well, Johnny, how did it go off?”
“Oh, pretty well. Lobster-salad and other good things. Why did not you go?”
“Where’s Tod?” he rejoined, not answering the question.
“Out on a driving-party. Sophie Chalk and the Ap-Jenkynses.”
Whitney whistled through the verse of an old song: “Froggy would a-wooing go.” “I say, Johnny,” he said presently, “you had better give Tod a hint to take care of himself. That thing will go too far if he does not look out.”
“As if Tod would mind me! Give him the hint yourself, Bill.”
“I said half a word to him this morning after chapel: he turned on me and accused me of being jealous.”
We both laughed.
“I had a letter from home yesterday,” Bill went on, “ordering me to keep clear of Madam Sophie.”