She took a candy and he did likewise, and as they ate they talked of various things. Then the box was passed back and forth.
"Yes, I came to see if you would go to the—er—to the—er" stammered William Philander, and then he came to a dead halt. "Oh, my tooth!" he gasped, suddenly.
"What is it, Mr. Tubbs?"
"I—er—I really think I've broken one of my—er—teeth, don't you know!" gasped the stylish student. "Oh, dear, that candy is awfully hard!"
"I didn't find it so, Mr. Tubbs. Here, try another piece," answered the young lady, and helped both him and herself. "As you were going to say," she added, with a smile. "Was it that concert that" She, too, stopped short. "Oh, my!" she gasped.
"Wha—what is it?" stammered William Philander.
"This piece of candy I have! It tastes awffully queer!"
"So does this piece I have!" groaned the tfudish student.
"Oh, Mr Tubbs, what kind of candy is it anyway? My teeth are—are stuck fast in it!"
At this moment the aunt of the young lady
