night. I've got some history references to look up."

Arthur brightened. The library appealed to him as a rendezvous more
than church, anyway. Oh, ye Public Libraries of all the Cherryvales
of the land! Winter-time haunt of young love, rivalling band-
concerts in the Public Square on summer evenings! What unscholastic
reminiscences might we not hear, could book-lined shelves in the
shadowy nooks, but speak!

"About what time will you be through at the Library?" asked Arthur,
still casual.

"Oh, about eight-thirty," said Missy, not pausing to reflect that
it's an inconsistent sore throat that can venture to the Library but
not to church.

"Well, maybe I'll be dropping along that way about that time,"
opined Arthur. "Maybe I'll see you there."

"That would be nice," said Missy, tingling.

She continued to tingle after he had jauntily departed with his
basket and clattered away in his delivery wagon. She had a "date"
with Arthur. The first real "date" she'd ever had! Then, resolutely
she squashed her thrills; she must remember that this meeting was
for a Christian cause. The motive was what made it all right for her
to disobey--that is, to SEEM to disobey--her parents' commands. They
didn't "understand." She couldn't help feeling a little perturbed
over her apparent disobedience and had to argue, hard with her
conscience.