"Please don't leave me," she whispered artfully, and smiled in her winning way, then suddenly hurried into the next house.
"Thought you had quit me for good, Books," complained young Hatfield, when he saw Wyeth, on his return to the city. "When we goin' out?"
"As soon as I have fed my face, and the car will take us to—where, or what is that place you spoke of? Where the girls work in service?"
"South Highlands," he replied.
They followed the street until they came to the main street, or rather, to one of the main streets, and caught a car from the front end, that took them to the North Highlands, and not to the South, as they were accustomed to go.
"You'll have to pay carfare back, Books," said Hatfield. "I have only fifteen cents left."
"Go right over to where you see that girl, that little colored girl standing on the steps that lead to the rear, and tell her the tale of The Tempest, and get her order," said Wyeth, when at last they had come to the right place.
"I thought I would go along with you this afternoon," he said with a frown, but obeyed the command, nevertheless.
Two hours later, Sidney found him where they had left each other. "What have you done?" he asked holding back a frown, because he felt the student had succumbed to a lack of confidence; but he was cheered in a degree, when the other replied: