They turned and sauntered toward the town.
“Are you waiting until the end of the dance, Mr. Ralston?”
“No! I promised to meet Jim round about eleven-thirty.”
“Jim!” she repeated. “You and Jim seem to be thick as sweethearts.”
“Thicker!” responded Phil, “because we never fall out.”
“Do sweethearts fall out so often?”
“I fancy so, from what I hear.”
“Then you think two men can be greater friends than a man and a woman can?”
“Greater friends,––truer friends,––more sincere friends and faithful,––yes!”
Eileen’s hold on Phil’s arm loosened.