Approaching softly, the three neared the unsuspecting admirer of the yellow-haired, waxen miss.
Still lost in contemplation of her, Henry Burns was suddenly greeted by a series of yells and hoots of derision that would have done credit to a wild west performance. Then roars of laughter followed, as he turned and faced them.
It was not in the nature of Henry Burns to be startled or easily disconcerted, however, and, although taken by surprise, he turned slowly and faced the three.
"Hello," he said coolly.
"Hello, Henry," snickered Young Joe. "Say, what's her name?"
"Yes, who is she?" echoed the other two; whereupon all three went off again into mingled roars of laughter and yells of delight.
"Dunno," responded Henry Burns. "I'll go in and ask, though, if you want."
"Isn't she sweet?" said Bob White. "How long have you known her?"
"Oh, not so long as you've known Kitty Clark," replied Henry Burns.
"Ow! wow!" squealed Young Joe; an exclamation which began in great satisfaction and terminated in a howl, as he felt the force of a punch from Bob's vigorous right arm.