I followed the band. We had almost gone the length of the course, when Jack, who had been staring ahead mighty hard, shied and balked, for there, not ten feet away, stood Miss Moore, carrying his lilies, and blushing and smiling at something young Blakely was saying to her.
I reckon Jack guessed what that something was, but just then Blakely caught sight of him and rushed up to where he was standing.
"I congratulate you, Jack," he said. "Miss Moore's a charming girl."
And now Miss Churchill slipped her hand from his arm and turned and looked at Jack. Her lips were laughing, but there was something in her eye which made Jack turn his own away.
"Oh, you lucky Jack," she laughed. "You twice lucky Jack."
Jack simply curled up: "Wretched mistake somewhere," he mumbled. "Awfully hot here—get you a glass of water," and he
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