"
Betty put the money away in her purse, conscious that it meant self-denial
on the lad's part, but knowing that she would hurt his pride irreparably
did she refuse to take it.
"Have you written to Mr. Bender?" she prodded gently. "You promised
to, Bob."
The police recorder had taken a warm interest in Bob, and Betty knew
from his wife's letters that he was anxious to hear from him.
"I will write," promised Bob. "I'm tired at night, Betty, and that's
the truth. I never seem to get enough sleep. But I will write,
perhaps this Sunday."
"Well, folks, all talked out?" called Bobby's gay voice, and she
came smilingly up to them. "Betty, mother and the girls are
downstairs in the car. I met them on the way and they know all about
our meeting with Bob. Mother wants him to come home to dinner."
Bob replied that while he appreciated Mrs. Littell's kindness, he
could not come that night, and, as he followed Bobby to the elevator,
gave Betty a significant glare which, correctly interpreted, read:
"Don't forget what I told you!"
Mrs. Littell took to Bob at once, and the bevy of girls, simple and
friendly and delightfully free from selfconsciousness, adopted him at
once as Betty's friend and theirs.
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