"You've signed the papers, actually?"
"Sure. Just now with Dan Sheldon and Mr. Estabrook."
She bit her lips impatiently. "Harold, why didn't you talk to me about this before you rushed into it? Don't you know that—"
But she hadn't the heart to continue.
"You'll go with me, won't you, Peggy? You'll be my partner the night of the Frolic?" he asked hopefully.
"No—I can't," she replied impatiently. "I have to be on duty here when there's a dance. I couldn't be a guest. It's impossible."
His face fell. He tried coaxing, but it was no use. He finally departed with the uneasy impression that Peggy somehow did not approve of the step he had taken.
Between football and preparations for his début as a dance host, the next ten days were packed with activities. Under Dan Sheldon's tuition, Harold had cards engraved neatly like this:
