"Leave it to me," said Moore. "You stand just outside the door there and you can listen to it all. Oh, it will be fine, Terry."
"Say, 'Will you have me?' Tom," said Terence, going to the door opposite to the one which his sister was now approaching.
"Don't try to teach me," said Moore. "It's myself that's to do this proposing, and I need no instruction. All you have to do is to listen. Don't go away now."
"Not I," said Terence. "I won't be easy till it's over," and, laughing under his breath, he shut the door.
Truly fortune favored him this day, for coming up the hill was Bessie, not more than a moment or two behind Winnie Farrell, who by this time had entered the school.
"Good-day, to you, Winnie," said Moore, politely. "Sure, it is blooming you are this afternoon. Like a whole bouquet of blossoms, let alone a single flower."
Winnie looked pleased at the compliment and smiled upon its bestower.
"How gallant you are to-day," she said in a flattered tone.
"Oh, I said it this day, but I think it all the week," replied Moore, placing a stool for the lady.
"Where is Terence?" she asked, seating herself. "He promised to wait for me here."