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. If I had the least
idea that you meant often to treat me as you have this afternoon I
should know it was of no use. But I cannot think that you will continue
to treat a lady in such a manner, particularly when I am really trying