"Yes, but it was—glorious while it lasted!" she exclaimed, with brightly sparkling eyes. She was herself again.
"When is the next one?" he asked, eagerly.
"Oh, you greedy boy!" she cried. "I'll let you know, however. We can't have them too often. The ogress objected to this one, as it was."
"Meaning Miss Philock?" asked Tom.
"No one else. I'll be out soon, and then we'll go home. There are Madge and Mabel."
Tom and his friends went to have a final cup of coffee, before starting off with the girls, and while they were drinking the beverage, Frank Simpson remarked:
"Well, we ought to know this week whether we're going to have a Randall College any more or not."
"How so?" asked Phil.
"The real legal battle opens in court to-morrow. I heard Dr. Churchill telling Mr. Zane about it this afternoon. It seems there is a certain point to be argued before they get at the main issue, and whichever side wins this point will have the advantage, and practically get the case."
"What sort of a point is it?" asked Tom, who had a little leaning toward the law.
"Blessed if I know?" replied the Californian. "It was too deep for me, though I heard Moses mention it. There was something about a writ of
