{{betlep224.png}} where we can talk. I wouldn't mind having you seen with me today, after what I under- stand they're telling, about the party, in school. Would you do it? What was that girl asking you -- if you don't mind telling? I heard you say 'Jack,' as I came up and stopped to wait." "That was the reporter for the paper, Jack. I think I fixed that for you." "Thanks. I just found out, Betty, that you went home by yourself. I was mad about it at first, but I got over that and I think I owe you an apology." "Yes. I think you do, Jack. But it might be just as well if you'd stay mad. Still, we must talk it over. We'll be late to our classes now, Jack. See me after school. I'll meet you in front and we'll decide then where to go." Betty hurried off, but it was a gym class this time and with the changing of shoes, or the donning of bathing suits for the pool, there was often some irregularity in appearance at the exact time. As Betty cut the water like the goldfish her father sometimes called her, she wondered what in the world she would say to Jack. Yes, she would let him drive her to the small park not far away. There was the chap- eronage of people coming and going, and yet they could talk uninterrupted. If it would do [[224]]