“By gosh!” exploded Mr. Dodd, “I believe you could!”
But Bob paid no attention to him. He was looking at Cynthia.
“Cynthia, you've grown up since I saw you,” he said. “How's Uncle Jethro.
“He's well—thanks,” said Cynthia, and now she was striving to put down a smile.
“Still running the state?” said Bob. “You tell him I think he ought to muzzle Sutton. What did he send him down to Washington for?”
“I don't know,” said Cynthia.
“What are you going to do after the game?” Bob demanded.
“I'm going home of course,” said Cynthia.
His face fell.
“Can't you come to the house for supper and stay for the fireworks?” he begged pleadingly. “We'd be mighty glad to have your friend, too.”