d don't stay late, either one of you."

The next afternoon, as Jack straightened his aching back to answer
the questions of Frank Fenton, who was serving as time-keeper for
the four squads, he looked across the street and saw two little
figures who waved gloved hands at him and beckoned in a mysterious
manner.

"Isn't that Rosemary Willis?" asked Frank, "stunning kid, isn't
she?"

Rosemary, rosy from the cold and with her eyes dark and starry, left
Sarah on the curb and crossed over.

"Oh, Jack," she began before she reached him, "Sarah and I have
brought you some hot coffee and doughnuts. There's enough for
everyone."

Frank had his data, but he still lingered, and the other boys at
Jack's shout, crowded around. Rosemary knew most of them and Jack
hurriedly performed the few necessary introductions leaving Frank
till the last. Norman Cox and Eustice Gray had hastened across the
street and returned with Sarah and the supplies just as Jack said,
"Rosemary, this is Frank Fenton."

"He can't have any," said Sarah with blunt distinctness.

Rosemary flushed scarlet and then, with the quickness characteristic
of her, jerked the lid from the coffee can and filled one of the
paper cups with the steamy, fragrant, liquid.

"Please," she said gravely, holding it out to the astonished
president of the Student Council. "The sugar and cream are already
in. And these are fresh doughnuts."

Mechanically Frank drank the hot coffee and ate a doughnut, while
Rosemary poured out the remainder of the coffee and Jack passed the
cups around, Sarah serving the doughnuts.

"That is the best coffee I ever drank," declared Frank, when he had
finished. "And now, couldn't I take you home? I have my car down
the street a ways and I go right past your house."

Jack choked over his coffee, but Rosemary thanked the senior
politely and said that she and Sarah had planned to stay and watch
the shovelers a while.

"This isn't a very nice neighborhood, especially after dark you
know," said Frank.

"We're not going to stay long," Rosemary was beginning, but Jack cut
her short.

"I live next door to Rosemary, and I'll see that she and Sarah get
home all right," he said brusquely. "I know all about Plummers Lane,
too, Frank."

The Student Council president lifted his cap and went back to his
car.

"I don't like him," said Sarah decidedly.

"I shouldn't wonder if he was faintly aware of your dislike,"
grinned Jack. "Any more coffee le