“Of course it’s honest! You make me tired, Nan. A girl never knows anything about—about finance, anyway.”
“And you’ll really pay the boys back, Kid?”
“Every one of them. You may tell them so.”
“I will. They’ll be so glad. And—and I’m sure you’ll feel better about it, too.”
Perhaps he would, but he didn’t say so. And after she had gone he tried to figure out in his head how many boxes would be returned and how much his ill-advised and now regretted promise would cost him.
As it happened the first boy Nan encountered was Lanny. Lanny was coming upstairs as Nan was going down and Nan told him at once how willing Kid was to make amends. Lanny hearkened and was struck with a brilliant thought.
“I wouldn’t say anything to any of the fellows about it to-night,” he said. “They—they’d just bother poor Kid, you see, and he isn’t well enough to stand it yet. If I were you, Nan, I’d wait until to-morrow.”
“We-ll,” she hesitated. “All right, Lanny. Don’t you say anything about it, either, will you?”
“No, indeed,” he answered emphatically. “I won’t say a word!”