"
Meg put down her small burden hastily and John unconsciously stiffened
his broad shoulders until his appearance was more than ever military.
"Come on up, Betty dear, I am sorry I am such a sight, but the baby has
just gotten hurt and I have to give up the club meeting," Meg called
back.
The next instant Betty Ashton appeared at the open bedroom door, wearing
a light woolen motor coat, a blue hat with a red-brown wing in it
fitting close over her hair which was tucked up out of sight in a very
grown-up fashion. She had a great deal of color and her eyes were
bright with desire.
"Oh, you can't disappoint me, Meg; I shall never forgive you," she
protested, and then came to a sudden stop seeing that John Everett was
also in her friend's room. But as he bowed low to her it was impossible
for him to have observed her slight blush.
"Do take Meg with you by force, Miss Ashton," he urged. (It was always
quite thrilling to Betty at fifteen to be called "Miss Ashton," and no
other boy of her acquaintance seemed to realize that one could grow out
of being addressed as "Betty".) "She spoils the small boy and all the
rest of us far too much. 'Bumps' has just taken another tumble." Jack
Everett then backed out of the room in soldierly fashion and at the
instant of his disappearance Betty tucked her arms about the small
Horace, critically surveying his injured eye.
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