It was kept a secret.
The date of the High School senior ball was set for December 17.
"Can you be back in time to go to the ball ?" Laura Bentley asked Prescott.
"I'm afraid not, Laura.

Besides, when I get back from Wilburville, I'm afraid I'll feel pretty well tired out." "You're not afraid of failing ?" asked Laura anxiously.
"I'm not going to allow myself to fail.

Yet, even if I win, I shall be tired out after the ordeal.

Wish the ball could come a couple of days alter the ordeal.

I wanted to go to it and to dance with you, Laura." "I'm sorry you can't go," sighed the girl.
Darrin, too, had given up all thoughts of attending the senior ball, and this was the first time that either lad had "skipped" the class ball.
"It seems too bad to be away," grumbled Dave.