"Then don't talk that way—especially just now."
"Forgive me—Jack?"
"What?"
"You do forgive me?"
"Of course."
"You're going to do wonderful things at school," said Vivi, trying to be brave, "and I'm going to be so proud to think I know you."
"Do you think they'll let you come down to the Andover game?"
"I don't know about the game—but the Prom!"
"Gee, you'll be a knockout there!"
They ate more chocolates, while Skippy debated how to lead the conversation into the softer strain before bestowing on the object of his affections (for value exchanged, of course) the sacred emblem of the Philomathean Debating Society and bringing forth the Lawrenceville banner which was tightly folded up in his bulging hip pocket.