“Miss Fuller,” answered Andy.
“Oh, your little actress. Yes.”
Andy blushed and Miss Martin, who sat beside the youth, rather drew away, while Alice gave him a queer, quick look.
“An actress?” murmured Miss Martin. “She looks young—a mere girl.”
“That’s all she is,” said Andy, eagerly. Too eagerly, in fact. He rather overdid it.
“Tell ’em how you saved her life,” suggested Dunk, laughing.
“Forget it,” returned Andy, with another blush. “I’m tired of being a hero.”
“Oh, I heard about that,” said Miss Jordan. “There was something in the papers about it. She’s real pretty, isn’t she?” and again she looked queerly at Andy.
“Oh, yes,” he admitted, taking warning now. “Say, tell me, shall we go over that cross road?”
“To change the subject,” observed Miss Martin, with a little laugh, and a sidewise glance at Andy.