“No one has asked me,” she laughed. “Morris has been laid up and——”
“Would you care to go Saturday? We play the Hemlock Camp fellows. I guess they have a pretty good team.”
“I’d love to!”
“Then I——” Dick paused and frowned. “The trouble is,” he went on apologetically, “I’ll have to be on the bench a good deal of the time. Perhaps you’d rather not go.”
“I shouldn’t mind. Just come and see me now and then, Dick.”
“Really? Then I’ll get Gordon or one of the fellows to call for you about half-past two.”
“Indeed?” asked Louise coldly. “Why Gordon—or one of the fellows, please?”
“Why—why—because,” stammered Dick, “I thought probably you’d rather not—That is, I get along so slowly, you know——”
“Dick Lovering, you were going to say you thought I wouldn’t want to walk with you! Weren’t you?”
“Well, something of the sort. You see——”