"_But who's the girl_ ?" "Two girls," Dick corrected him, unabashed.

"My mother never uses hair-curlers." "_Two girls_ ?" cried Mr.Pollock, looking aghast.

"Dick! Dick! You study history at the High School, don't you ?" "Yes, sir; of course." "Then don't you know, my boy, how often _two girls_ have altered the fates of whole nations?
Tremble and be wise!" "I haven't any girl," Dick retorted, sensibly, "and I think a fellow is weak-minded to talk about having a girl until he can also talk authoritatively on the ability to support a wife.

But there's a good deal of social life going on at the High School, Mr.Pollock, and I'm very, very glad of this chance to cancel my obligations so cheaply and at the same time rather handsomely." So Laura and Belle had each received, that Christmas morning, a present that proved a source of delight.
"Yet I didn't expect the foolish boys to send me anything like this," Laura told herself, rather regretfully.

"I'm sure they've pledged their pocket money for weeks on this." When Belle called, it developed that she had received an identical gift.
"It's lovely of the boys," Belle admitted.