"There are initials!"
"Whose?" asked Ed.
"'I.G.' Whose are they? 'I.G.' Why, of course. `I.G.'--Ida
Giles! Whoever would have thought it? Ida Giles with an engagement
ring!"
"And why not?" queried Ed. "Isn't Ida the bright-red, dashing sort?
Lots of fellows would call her dashing, and, from what I have seen
of her to-night, she certainly is bright."
"Well, of all things!" exclaimed Jack, who seemed unable to get over
it. "And you're on her side, eh, Ed? Why, man, not a fellow in the
whole of Chelton ever got through more than one dance with
her--except Sid Wilcox, and I can't see why he sticks to her."
"Then the Chelton fellows are slow," commented Ed as he critically
examined the ring. "I think Ida is quite taking."
"Was she here to-night?" asked Paul.
"She was invited," replied Jack, "for I saw her name on one of the
bids Cora sent out. But I did not have the pleasure of a personal
interview with her this evening, and so I can't say whether she was
here or not."
"Well," remarked Paul, moving toward the door, "I guess I'll be
leaving again. Take care of the ring, Jack, and don't forget to give
the lady who calls for it my regards. And say, Jack, please thank
your sister for me for getting the order for that car for the
Robinsons.
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