"Mr. Foster, my name is--er--Kimball--Cora, Kimball," said the owner
of the auto, imitating the young man's masculine style of
introduction, "and these are my friends, the Misses Robinson."

The young man bowed twice, once for each of the twins. Mr. Foster
had a most attractive manner--that was instantly decided by the
three girls.

"I know your brother," he remarked to Cora. "Jack Kimball, of
Exmouth College."

"Oh, yes, of course. I've heard Jack speak of you, I'm sure."

"Yes, he was on our team--"

"Oh, you are the great football player," interrupted Elizabeth. She
made no secret of her admiration for "great football players."

"Not exactly great," answered Mr. Foster, "but I have played some.
My interest in sports has rather kept me away from society. That
accounts for me not being better acquainted in Chelton, or
perhaps--"

"Hello there!" came a hail from the road.

"Jack and Walter!" exclaimed Cora, as at that moment another machine
came along and drew up alongside the fence which separated the
highway from the meadow. "Now, won't they laugh at us!"

"Well, I declare!" exclaimed the mud-bespattered young fellow. "If