spray and it went far enough to land on the highly-polished shoes of a youth who had paused to let the car pass.
"I beg your pardon!" called out Mollie, for she was going very slowly.
"Well, of all the careless" began the youth in angry tones.
"Oh, it's Percy Falconer!" gasped Grace. "See Betty."
"I don't want to see!" she answered sharply.
Percy heard his name, and his manner changed as he recognized the girls.
"I beg your pardon!" he cried, as though the accident had been his fault. "It doesn't matter in the least. I vas going to get another shine, anyhow. I wish"
But his further words were lost as the car moved on.
"That was nice of him," said Mollie. "I did spoil his polish, but when he saw Betty he was as nice as pie, though he looked as if he'd like to eat me up a moment before. Betty, you are to be congratulated."
"Don't speak to me of him. I—I"
"Count ten, slowly," spoke Amy in such mirth-provoking tones that they all laughed. Percy gazed blankly after the retreating car, and then made his way to a boot-blacking stand.
