"
"Are they pretty?" asked Norman, apparently warming to the task, "and
bright?"
"I should say they were. Miss Hopkins has gorgeous great eyes,--but Miss
Rae is more your style. Still, you may have your choice."
"Silly boy; you're afraid to death that I shall choose Miss Hopkins.
Well, if they are not over stupid and flirtatious--"
"Stupid! Oh, no,"--Eric scouted that idea--"and flirtatious, perhaps.
Miss Hopkins rolls her eyes a good deal, but then she has a frankness, a
winning way."
"Well," laughed Norman, "you're such a transparent, susceptible
infant-in-arms that I'll go with you."
"As shepherd," suggested Eric, "as long as Mae won't have you. But come,
we must go down and call on these people. It won't do at all for you to
appear suddenly this evening, and say, 'I'll relieve my friend here of
one of you.'"
"Oh, what a bore. Is that necessary? Won't a card or a box of Stillman's
bon-bons do them? Well, if it must be, come along, then."
CHAPTER V.
It was evening, and the brilliantly lighted theatre was crowded to
overflowing.
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