the box of candy on his lap. Presently Clarabel Ruggles came in, attired in an elaborate evening gown. Tubbs at once arose to his feet and, bowing very low, accepted her hand, which was held on high. Then the dudish student said something and offered the box of candy.
"Oh, is this really for me!" those outside heard the young lady cry, the words coming through the partly open window.
"No, he bought it for the cat!" murmured Tom, and at this the others had to snicker.
"A—er—a slight token of my regard, don't you know," said William Philander, with a flourish.
"So kind of you, Mr Tubbs!" The girl gazed hungrily at the box. "Shall I open it now?"
"If you wish to," answered the dudish student, gallantly.
"I will and you shall have a share of the candy," said the young lady, and quickly drew off the ribbon and paper. "Oh, my, how perfectly delicious!" she murmured. "Oh, Mr. Tubbs, how could you guess just the kind I like!"
"Help yourself, my dear Miss Ruggles," said Tubbs, as the box was held out. "Ladies first, don't you know," and he smiled sweetly.
