that game?" Tom was very much in earnest, though his air was bantering.
"Well," she answered tantalizingly, "I do seem to see a sort of hazy painting to that effect."
"Good! It will grow more distinct with time. I'll call for you, then. A number of the boys are going to charter a little steamer and sail down the river, and into the lake. We'll land at a point about four miles from Fairview, and go over in some automobiles."
"That will be jolly!"
"I'm glad you think so. Is the picture any clearer?"
"Oh, yes, much so. I think the autos have cleared away the mist. Aren't we silly, though?" she asked.
"Not a bit of it," declared Tom stoutly. "I'll be on hand here for you, then, shortly after lunch on Saturday."
"Is the nine going that way?"
Tom felt a sudden suspicion. Was she asking because she wanted to know whether Langridge would be in the party of merrymakers?
"No, I think they're going in a big stage."
"I thought maybe you might want to be with the nine," she went on, and Tom saw that he had misunderstood. "You might get a chance to pitch," and she looked at him.
"No such luck," replied Tom, trying to speak
