"Good luck, then, and with all my heart I wish it; but slippers are costly,
and mine are new," was the laughing reply.
"What happy fortune takes you out of town this afternoon, Lancy?" said
Dexie, a few minutes later. "Make it forty miles, instead of four, if you
wish to earn my everlasting gratitude."
"Any other day, Dexie, I would feel like taking you at your word," and a
look full of meaning flashed from his eyes, which she understood.
By and by they passed a fence that was covered with posters, and in the
most conspicuous place Dexie saw the obnoxious handbills with their great,
staring letters.
"Did you see that?" and Dexie flushed angrily, as she pointed at the
announcement.
"Why, yes! and everybody is coming to the hall to hear you to-night."
"Are they, indeed!" drawing her head back stiffly. "Then they might save
themselves the trouble, for they won't hear me."
"Dexie, you are not in earnest!" and Lancy tried to repress the hot words
that rose to his lips. "You surely would not refuse to whistle after giving
your word, and the posters all over the city?"
"Why was I not consulted about the announcement, if I am of so much
importance? Who was it that dared to use my name in such a manner? If you
know, you can go and tell them that I resent the insult, and will not
appear before an audience under such a nickname!"
"Some people would think the title very complimentary, Dexie.
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