His whistle stopped in the middle of a note and his face immediately became a match for his socks and tie, a beautiful rich crimson, the chosen color of his University.
Miss Keith, from her seat by the door, could not see beyond the end of the counter.

Consequently she was unaware of the mishap to the white flannels.

But Mary-'Gusta saw and knew; also she could see that Mr.
Smith knew.
"Oh, dear!" exclaimed Edna, impatiently.

"We are dreadfully late now.
We'll never get there on time.

Sam won't wait for us; I know he won't.
Where are those marshmallows?
Can't you please hurry, Mary-'Gusta ?" Mary-'Gusta's eyes were sparkling.