"I saw your signs," said Ellis, pleasantly. Jones whispered to him: "The taller one is a corker!" and Ellis replied under his breath: "The other is attractive, too."
"You admit that you deliberately trespassed?" inquired the shorter girl very gravely.
"Not upon you—only upon what you call your property," said Ellis, gaily. "You see, we really need the trout in our business—which is to keep soul and body on friendly terms."
No answering smile touched the pretty grey eyes fixed on his. She said gravely: "I am very sorry that this has happened."
"We're sorry, too," smiled Jones, "although we can scarcely regret the charming accident which permits us——"
But it wouldn't do; the taller girl stared at him coldly from a pair of ornamental brown eyes.
Presently she said: "We students are supposed to report cases like this. If you have deliberately chosen to test the law governing the protection of private property no doubt our Summer School authorities will be willing to gratify you before a proper tribunal.... May I ask your names?" She drew a notebook from the pocket of her kilted skirt, standing gracefully with pencil poised, dark eyes focused upon Jones. And, as she waited, the thunder boomed behind the Golden Dome.
"It's going to rain cats and dogs," said Jones, anxiously "and you haven't an umbrella——"
The dark-eyed girl gazed at him scornfully. "Do you refuse your name?"