parlor car, and then what a handshaking and greeting followed all around! Everybody was talking at once, and after the first minute or two there was nothing but smiles and laughter.
"I am so sorry that—you know," whispered Dick to Dora.
"So am I," she answered. "What geese we are, aren't we?"
"Well, we won't have any more misunderstandings, will we?" he went on, squeezing her hand.
"Never!" she declared, and gave him an arch look. "And you say Songbird is—is"
"Going with Miss Sanderson? Yes; and they are as thick as two peas. But, Dora, I never was—er—very friendly with her. I—I"
"But you—you talked to her at that football game, Dick. And you didn't meet me when Sam"
"I know. But I had to find her a seat, after she about asked me to. I wanted to be with you, I did really, dear."
"Who said you could call me dear?" And now her eyes were as bright as stars.
"I said so, and I'm going to—when we are alone. The future Mrs. Dick Rover deserves it," he went on boldly, but in a very low voice.
"Oh, Dick, you're awful!" cried Dora, and
