They bowed rather stiffly, and then the carryall bowled on its way.
"Why, those are your friends!" cried Minnie, turning to the Rovers.
"Don't you want to speak to them ?" "It's too late now," answered Dick.

He had a curious sinking sensation in his heart that he could not explain.

He looked at his brothers, and saw that they, too, were out of sorts.
The passing of the carryall put a damper on matters, and the girls felt it.

They talked with the Rovers and Songbird a few minutes longer and then turned in one direction while the Brill students turned in another.
"Fine lot of girls," was Songbird's comment.

"Very nice, indeed.