They were half through dinner before Larry appeared. He came in looking worn, pale and thinner even than usual. But there was a gleam in his eye and an energy in his movements that indicated sound and vigorous health.
“You are not late, Larry,” said Jane; “we are early. Papa is going to the political meeting.”
“Good!” cried Larry. “So am I. You are going, Frank, and you, MacLean?”
“I don't know yet,” said MacLean.
“We are all due at Mrs. Allen's, Larry, you remember. It is a party for the Graduating Class, too,” said Jane.
“So we are. But we can take in the political meeting first, eh, Mac?”
But MacLean glanced doubtfully at Ethel.
“I have just had a go with Holtzman,” said Larry, “the German Socialist, you know. He was ramping and raging like a wild man down in front of the post office. I know him quite well. He is going to heckle Mr. Allen to-night.”
The girls were keen to take in the political meeting, but Larry objected.
“There will be a rough time, likely. It will be no place for ladies. We will take you to the party, then join you again after the meeting.”