" 'When you want to flirt, Lillie, pick out a handsome man, and then you won't have any difficulty in making a friend believe that you mistook the stranger for him.'
" 'So the wretch told you that I flirted with him, did he? and you prefer to believe him rather than me? and you are conceited enough to think that you were always as fine looking as you are now?'
"The fact is," continued my chum, "that Browser is a terrible liar. I did n't believe that she flirted at all, and told her so, and then I took her hand, and then - "
"Well, what then? Did her chaperon come in?"
"No."
"You did n't propose, and get told that she was already engaged?"
"No."
"Well, what?"
"Why, there is only one other way in which a Class-Day romance can end, and that is the best way."
"Oh, Tom! how you did let that little girl humbug you, to be sure," said I. "I'll warrant that you asked her pardon for suspecting her of flirting."
His only answer was an invitation to go over to Carl's.