[THE REASON WHY.]
Now the football season's here
Our muscles we prepare,
And, 'though perhaps it may seem queer,
We cultivate our hair.
We don't do this, you must well know,
Because we have to, but
We let it sprout and tangle so
Because we have to butt.
IN THE OLD HERRICK HOUSE.[1]
BY ELLEN DOUGLAS DELAND.
CHAPTER VII.
"Come, do hurry up, Elizabeth, and promise," urged Valentine. "The time is going on, and the aunts will come home and catch us. You must be down stairs as if nothing had happened when they do come. Of course I know you are not going to give me away. If I had not thought I could depend on you pretty well, I should not have come. We were good friends when we were here before, and, after all, you are my own sister."
"I know, Val, and I want to help you," said Elizabeth, slowly; "but—"
"But what?"