Part 17 (1/2)

”But you must, child,” said Mrs. Cartwright, smiling. ”I am betting on you and Hugh in the tournament, and you mustn't make me lose my box of candy.”

”Barbara,” said Ralph, shyly, as they walked off toward home a little later, ”I don't like to ask you, but did you mean to miss those last serves?”

Barbara shook her head. ”No,” she said, ”I don't think I meant to. I don't know. But they were the best players, weren't they, Ralph?”

”Certainly,” Ralph answered.

CHAPTER XV-RUTH IN DANGER

Hugh, looking much embarra.s.sed, came up early next morning to see Ruth.

”I have an invitation to deliver to you, Ruth, but I am rather ashamed to do it, for I am afraid you will be angry. Mother told me to come over and ask Miss Stuart and yourself and the girls-except Barbara-to come out with us for the day on the yacht.”

”Why, Hugh Post!” cried Ruth. ”What do you mean?”

”Well, it's like this,” Hugh said, desperately; ”mother told me to explain to you exactly how things stand, so you will not think her rude.

You see, mother is visiting Mrs. Erwin, and of course Mrs. Erwin, Gladys, and her devoted Harry Townsend have to go along on the yacht with us. Well, Gladys told mother that neither she nor Mr. Townsend could go if Barbara went. Gladys would not tell mother why, and, as you told me to keep that scene in the conservatory a secret, I didn't know what it was wisest for me to do.”

”Thank you,” Ruth answered; ”but tell your mother that none of us can accept.”

”O Ruth!” exclaimed Hugh. ”I am fearfully disappointed, and mother I know will be angry.”

”I am afraid I don't care, Hugh,” was Ruth's reply. ”I don't like your mother's inviting any of us, if she had to leave Bab out.”

As Hugh turned to leave the front porch, where he had found Ruth alone, she called after him: ”Wait a minute, please. I don't know what to tell Aunt Sallie. Your mother will be sure to speak to her of her invitation, and Auntie will think I should have let her refuse for herself. Oh, I know!”

Ruth's face cleared. ”I will go tell Aunt Sallie that she and Grace and Mollie are asked. I'll stay with my dear Bab,” she finished a little defiantly. ”If I am also left out of the party, no one will think anything of it.”

”Oh, I say, Ruth,” Hugh urged, ”please come.”

”Sorry,” she said, shaking her head decidedly.

”I expect you're right,” Hugh replied.

Miss Sallie, Mollie and Grace accepted Mrs. Post's invitation with pleasure. As Mrs. Post's yacht was small, they did not think it strange that the other two girls were left out.

How angry Mollie would have been, had she guessed the truth. Not a step would she have gone. As it was, she begged Barbara to go in her place.

But Bab was too clever. She understood what had happened, and was glad to be left out of the party. She put her arm around Ruth's waist, whispering coaxingly: ”Do go along with the others, old story-teller.

You know you were asked.”

Ruth shook her head decidedly. ”Not on your life,” she slangily retorted. Fortunately, Miss Sallie did not hear her.

”What shall we do this afternoon, Bab?” inquired Ruth after luncheon.

”Suppose you and I go for a long walk?”

”Don't think I am a lazy good-for-nothing, Ruth,” Barbara begged, ”but I have a little headache, and I must write to mother. Mollie and I have been neglecting her shamefully of late. I haven't even written her about the wonderful ball.”