"Hold on, Phil, you mustn't give away any professional secrets!" cried Dave.
"Oh, I just dote on red mustaches," exclaimed Vera. "They make a man look like a—a Oh, I don't know what!"
"Oh, Vera, you're awful!" interposed Mary. "What do you know about red mustaches, anyway?"
"She never had one, did she?" remarked Dave, calmly, and at this both girls shrieked with laughter. "But never mind," he went on. "After I am done with it, she can have mine." And this brought forth more laughter.
The girls and boys had come to a halt directly in front of a new candy and ice-cream establishment, and it was but natural that Phil should suggest to Dave that they go in and get some candy. The girls demurred at first at being treated, but then consented, and all went into the store. Dave purchased some assorted chocolates and Phil some fancy fig pastes, the girls saying they liked both.
"As it's a new store, the candies ought to be fresh," remarked Dave.
"Well, I like them best that way," answered Vera, as she helped herself to a chocolate. "I don't care for them when they are stale—and it is sometimes hard to get them fresh in a small town like this. The stores"
She stopped short, for at the door of the candy
