Oh, how can I
tell what I should do to entertain guests? Just what seemed to me to be
pleasant at the time. That is the way I generally do. May I expect you?"
The boys stared. This was a new departure, indeed! How much of it did
she mean? What was she trying to do? Was it a trap? Still she had
rescued them from the police force, and they had not expected that, for
every boy of them knew that he had treated her shamefully. Timothy
Haskell was generally the quietest one of the group, and perhaps the
most straightforward. He went directly to the point of the question that
he saw in the eyes of the others.
"What do you do it for?"
"Yes, that's the talk," said Nimble Dick. "What do you want of us?"
"Why, I want you to spend the evening with me. Didn't I tell you? If you
really mean to be friends with me of course I must invite you to my
home. What _could_ I want except to have a nice time? I'm trying to
make you like me. Of course I want you to like me. How can we have
pleasant times together unless you do?"
CHAPTER XI.
"I HAVE BUT TO TRY AGAIN"
"Pleasant times like we've been having to-day?" said Nimble Dick, with a
wicked leer.
If he meant to disconcert her, he missed his point.
"No!" she said, promptly, "we haven't had a bit nice times to-day, and
as for liking you, I haven't done so to-day at all.
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