"Don't you find it troublesome to carry a cane all the while?" Mollie
asked him, sweetly ignorant.
"Oh, I don't _have_ to carry it," he said quickly.
"Don't you? I thought on account of not being able to walk--"
"Why, Mollie--I can walk all right."
"Oh, I misunderstood you. You said twenty miles was too much."
"I meant for girls."
"Oh, then you carry the cane for dogs."
"No, indeed. I'm not afraid of dogs."
"He doesn't know she's 'spoofing' him--I believe that is the proper
English word; isn't it?" whispered Grace, who was with her brother.
"Correct, Sis."
"Whatever did you want to bring him along for?"
"Couldn't help it. He fastened to me when I came out of school, and I
couldn't shake him off. Is Bet mad?"
"You know she doesn't like him."
"Well, tell her it wasn't my fault, when you get the chance; will you? I
don't want to get on her bad books."
"I'll tell her."
"I say, Sis, lend me a quarter; won't you? I'm broke."
"You had the same allowance that I did."
"I know, but I need just that much to get a catching glove. Go
on--be a sport."
"I--"
"Don't say you haven't got it. Weren't you going to treat the crowd when
I brought Percy along and let you sting him?"
"Such horrid slang!"
"Go on, be a sport! Lend me the quarter!"
Grace produced it from her purse.
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