Prescott was upon her feet, her arms around her boy. She
didn't say much, but she didn't need to. After a moment Dick
disengaged himself.
"Mother, Laura Bentley will be glad to know this news. She's
at the ball of the senior class to-night, but I'll see if I can
get her father on the 'phone, and tell him the news for her."
But presently it was Laura's own sweet voice that answered over
the wire.
"You?" demanded Dick. "Why, I thought you'd be at the ball!"
"Did you think I could be happy all the evening, wondering how
you were coming on with your great wish?" asked Laura quietly.
"Say, oh, Dick! How did you come out?"
CHAPTER XXI
Gridley Seniors Whoop It Up
"Oh, so many, so many congratulations, Dick!" came the response
to Prescott's eagerly imparted information.
"And so you missed the dance just because you could sympathize
with some one else's worry?" demanded Dick. "But say! The evening
is still young, as dances go. Couldn't you get dressed in a little
while? Then we could both go and celebrate my good luck."
"I'm dressed," came the demure answer.
"What? Oh---well, now, that's nice of you-----"
"I have been expecting this good news," laughed Laura. "And so
I've been dressed all evening, on the chance."
"And you'll go to the class ball if I come around quickly?"
"It would be mean of you not to come and take me, Dick!"
"I'll have to change," declared Dick.
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