“Just to bow; she isn’t in any of my classes.”
“She was in mine last year; when I moved up a grade at the beginning of this semester I left her back there in the juniors.”
“What about her? Evidently you have her beaten in the highbrow race.”
“It wouldn’t have been so if I had been obliged to work all summer as she did. You know the good old Pop fixed it for me. That’s how I was able to study in vacation and make a class ahead.”
“Yes. But return to Miss Jones. And to Bess; what’s the relation?”
“I wish you’d ask the Queen to invite Ida to her party. It would put her easy with her class if a senior, and such a senior as Miss Bess Carter, asked her to a party.”
Billy laughed. “Is that all? Ask her yourself. You carry good weight with her.”
“Billy! Billy To-morrow! I’ll never turn the trick in the world! You know I’m tongue-tied when a girl shows up.”
“Surely not so in the case of Miss Jones,” Billy chaffed. “How did you learn her troubles? You must have chinned some with her.”