But as they went along, Fred took Ramsey's arm confidentially, and said,
"Now, honestly, Ram, ole man, when _are_ you goin' to--"
Ramsey was still red. "You look here! Just say one more word--"
"Oh, _no_," Fred expostulated. "I mean _seriously_, Ramsey. Honestly, I
mean seriously. Aren't you seriously goin' to call on her some Caller's
Night?"
"No, I'm not!"
"But why not?"
"Because I don't want to."
"Well, seriously, Ramsey, there's only one Caller's Night before
vacation, and so I suppose it hardly will be worth while; but I expect
you'll see quite a little of her at home this summer?"
"No, I won't. I won't see her at all. She isn't goin' to be home this
summer, and I wouldn't see anything of her if she was."
"Where's she goin' to be."
"In Chicago."
"She is?" said Fred, slyly. "When'd she tell you?"
Ramsey turned on him. "You look out! She didn't tell me. I just happened
to see in the _Bulletin_ she's signed up with some other girls to go and
do settlement work in Chicago. Anybody could see it. It was printed out
plain.
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