"
"Come into the house," said Jean. "Stover will see to your
baggage."
As they entered, Mr. Berkeley Fresno saw the late arrival bend
over Helen Blake, and heard him murmur:
"The same unforgettable eyes of Italian blue."
And Mr. Fresno decided to dislike Wally Speed, even if it
required an effort.
CHAPTER IV
It was on the following morning that Miss Blake made bold to
request her favor from J. Wallingford Speed. They had succeeded
in isolating themselves upon the vine-shaded gallery at the rear
of the house, and the conversation had been largely of athletics,
but this, judging from the rapt expression of the girl, was a
subject of surpassing interest. Speed, quick to take a cue,
plunged on.
"I would have made the Varsity basket-ball team myself if I
hadn't been so tiny," said Helen. "I have always wanted to be
tall, like Roberta."
"I shouldn't care for that," said the young man. "You know she
was a wonderful player?"
"So I've heard."
"Do you know," mused Helen, "I have never forgotten what you told
me that first day we met.
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