They had made their adieux.
"All right," she answered, locking arms with Betty.

"Good night, Mistah Shelby.

Good night, Bernice." He acknowledged her nod with a courteous lifting of his hat, and repeated her salutation.

But Bernice, standing stiff and angry in the starlight, turned on her heel without a response.
"What on earth do you suppose is the mattah with Bernice ?" exclaimed Lloyd, in amazement, as they turned into the white road leading toward home..