He smiled gravely. "I'm not advertising it. I told you because—"
"—Because you're afraid I'll think too well of you."
"Because I want you to know me as I am."
"Then if I'm to know you as you are I'll have to get a chance to see what you really are. Dad and Auntie and I will expect you to supper to-morrow night."
"Thank you. I'll be there."
Casually she enlarged her invitation. "I don't suppose you'll see that very shy young man, Mr. Roberts."
"I might."
"Then, will you ask him to come too? I'm going to find out whether you acted as scared as you say you did."
"Jack knows how scared I was, but he won't tell. Sure I'll get word to him."
He did. At precisely six o'clock the two young men appeared at the home of Clint Wadley's sister. The Ranger was a very self-conscious guest. It was the first time he had dined with ladies at their home since he had lost his own mother ten years earlier. He did not know what to do with his hands and feet. The same would have been true of his hat if Ramona had not solved that problem by taking it from him. His tongue clove to the roof of his mouth. He felt a good deal warmer than the actual temperature of the room demanded.