She is just full of
such ideas--always thinking of other people."
"That's right. She never does lose a chance to do a fellow a good
turn. I suppose she told you about the ride when she and Paul outdid
Sidney Wilcox?"
"No; but Paul did. Wasn't that plucky of her?" and Jack beamed with
admiration. "Cora has a lot more courage than have some fellows I
know."
"Indeed she has," and Ed's voice was earnest.
The tall clock was chiming two when the young men left the library.
They had so many things in common that they talked like two girls.
Just as they passed the hall door they were startled by a quick step
on the veranda.
"Hello! Who's that?" asked Jack, hurrying to the portal.
"It's me--Paul Hastings," answered a voice outside, and as Jack
swung open the door the young chauffeur, who was still in his
costume, entered. He seemed greatly excited.
"I was afraid you'd be in bed," he panted, "and I ran until I'm all
out of breath."
"But what's the matter?" asked Ed.
"Come on in and sit down," invited Jack. "We're not particular
whether we go to bed or sit up the rest of the night. Come and join
us. But has anything happened?"
"No; I--I can't stay," and Paul leaned against the doorway.
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