The
copy of the magazine Mr. Littell especially wanted was wrapped up and
placed safely in Bobby's hands.
"And now," declared that young person gaily, "as the reward of
virtue, let's go up on the roof. It is after four, but we'll have
time if we don't dawdle. We can get from here to the theater in
fifteen minutes."
They started for the elevator, and as a car came up and the gates
opened a boy got off. He would have brushed by without looking up,
but Betty saw him at once.
"Bob!" she cried in amazement "Why, Bob Henderson!"
CHAPTER XX
MUTUAL CONFIDENCES
"Betty! Oh, Betty! _Betty!_" Bob Henderson's familiar, friendly
voice rose to a perfect crescendo of delight, and several passengers
in the elevator smiled in sympathy.
Bobby Littell, who had entered the car, backed out hastily and the
gate closed.
"Bobby, this is Bob Henderson," Betty performed a hasty
introduction. "And, Bob, this is Roberta Littell, always called Bobby."
The latter held out an instant cordial hand to Bob.
"I know about you," she proclaimed frankly. "Betty thinks you are
fine. We ought to be good friends, because our names are almost alike."
"I must talk to you, Bob," said Betty hurriedly.
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