"You mean rival in your club election," returned Miss Ames, "but
he is also your rival in another way."

"Don't speak so cryptically, Aunt, dear. We all know of his
infatuation for Eunice, but he's only one of many. Think you he
is more dangerous than, say, friend Elliott?"

"Mason Elliott? Oh, of course, he has been an admirer of Eunice
since they made mud-pies together."

"That's two, then," Embury laughed lightly. "And Jim Craft is
three and Halliwell James is four and Guy Little--"

"Oh, don't include him, I beg of you!" cried Eunice; "he flats
when he sings!"

"Well, I could round up a round dozen, who would willingly cast
sheeps' eyes at my wife, but--well, they don't!"

"They'd better not," laughed Eunice, and Embury added, "Not if I
see them first!"

"Isn't it funny," said Aunt Abby, reminiscently, "that Eunice did
choose you out of that Cambridge bunch."

"I chose her," corrected Embury, "and don't take that wrong! I
mean that I swooped down and carried her off under their very
noses! Didn't I, Firebrand?"