There will be some mighty nice girls there to-night. Look out
you don't get your everlasting."
When the two young men reached the home of Helen Mayfield, where the
social was to be held, they were met at the door by Miss Clara Wilson,
who was Chairman of the reception committee.
"Glory," whispered that young lady to herself. "Here comes Charlie
Bowen with that tramp printer of George's. Wish George could see him
now." But not a hint of her thought found expression in her face, and
the cordial, whole-hearted way in which she offered her hand in
greeting, carried the conviction that no matter what might be his
reception from others, this, at least, was genuine.
The guests gathered quickly, and soon there was a house full of
laughing, chattering, joking young people; and Dick, true to his
promise, laughed and chattered with the rest.
"Who is that tall, handsome man with the dark hair, talking to those
girls with Nellie Graham and Will Clifton?" whispered Amy Goodrich to
Miss Wilson, who had been asking her why Frank was not at the gathering.
"Haven't you met him yet?" answered Clara, secretly amused, for George
had told her of the incident at the office. "That's Mr. Falkner, from
Kansas City. Come, you must meet him. Mr. Falkner," she said, skillfully
breaking up the group, "I wish to present you to a very dear friend.
Miss Goodrich, Mr. Falkner." Poor Dick felt the room spin round and
everybody looking at him, as he mumbled over some nonsense about the
great honor and happiness of having met Miss Goodrich before.
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