Do you bowl ?" "Not very much," Mr.Turner confessed; "but if you'll just keep me posted on all these various forms of recreation, you may count on my taking a prominent share in them." "All right," agreed Miss Hastings, very vivaciously taking the conversation away from Miss Westlake.

"We'll constitute ourselves a committee of two to lay out a program for you." "Fine," he responded, bending on the fragile Miss Hastings a smile so pleasant that it made her instantly determine to find out something about his family and commercial standing.

"What time do we start on our mad bowling career ?" "They'll be drifting over in about a half-hour," Miss Westlake told him, with a speculative sidelong glance at her dearest girl friend.
"Everybody starts out for a stroll in some other direction, as if bowling was the least of their thoughts, but they all wind up at the alleys.

I'll show you." A slight young man of the white-trousered faction, as distinguished from the dinner-coat crowd, passed them just then.

"Oh, Billy," called Miss Westlake, and introduced the slight young man, who proved to be her brother, to Mr.Turner, at the same time wreathing her arm about the waist of her dear companion.