"Oh, hurry, you two!" she cried. "I thought you would never get here. We
have been waiting for--oh, ever so long."
"Well, if we are the last, everybody must have turned over a new leaf
just for to-night," remarked Betty, as she started for the library from
which came a confused murmur of many voices, speaking all at once, with
now and then a burst of merry laughter.
"Leave your hat here, Allen," said Mollie, and Betty threw him a merry
glance over her shoulder.
"Hello, everybody," she called a moment later, as she flung aside the
portieres and stood framed in the doorway. "Mollie tells us we are the
last and----"
"Well, so you are. We thought you and Allen had mistaken the date," said
Frank. "Accidentally on purpose," he added slyly.
"Not a chance in the world, Frank," said Allen, who had come into the
room in time to hear the last remark. "I might be afflicted with loss of
memory; but, Betty--never!" They all laughed with enjoyment--all but
Betty who threw him a reproachful glance which he refused to catch.
"Well, now we are here, let's have the news," said Roy, who was always
impatient to get to the heart of things.
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