“I shall ask her to the Class Day Dance,” he announced. The others jeered.
“I see you doing it!” said Chester. “Old Finkler would scalp you!”
“Oh, by that time he and I will be great chums,” replied Dolph. “I shall cultivate his acquaintance. Might have done it before if I’d known he had such a pretty daughter.”
“Wonder,” remarked Walker, glancing regretfully back at the house, as they turned into the road, “why we never knew about her. She’s the prettiest girl around here!”
“Rather young, though,” said Prentiss superiorly.
“Y-yes,” Walker agreed.
“Young for you chaps,” said Dolph, “but I’m only seventeen. I think she rather liked me, too. Did you see her blush?”
“Why wouldn’t she, when you were staring her out of countenance?” asked Prentiss unkindly.
“As a matter of fact,” remarked Chester Harris, “she was looking at me most of the time.”