“Yes, but it isn’t returned.  How about yourself, Luke?”

Luke, being a modest boy, blushed.

“I certainly think Florence a very nice girl,” he said.

“I was sure of that,” said Linton, smiling.

“But I don’t want to stand in your way, Linton,” continued Luke, with a smile.

“No danger, Luke.  Florence is a year older than I am.  Now, you are nearly two years older than she, and are better matched.  So you needn’t consider me in the matter.”

Of course, this was all a joke.  It was true, however, that of all the girls in Groveton, Luke was more attracted by Florence Grant than by any other, and they had always been excellent friends.  It was well known that Randolph also was partial to the young lady, but he certainly had never received much encouragement.

Finally the boys got out, and were very soon at the door of Mrs. Grant’s handsome cottage.  It was large upon the ground, with a broad veranda, in the Southern style.  In fact, Mrs. Grant was Southern by birth, and, erecting the house herself, had it built after the fashion of her Southern birthplace.

Most of the young visitors had arrived when Luke and Linton put in an appearance.  They had been detained longer than they were aware by the dancing-lesson.

Randolph and Sam Noble were sitting side by side at one end of the room, facing the entrance.

“Look,” said Randolph, with a satirical smile, to his companion, “there comes the young janitor in his dress suit.  Just look at his coat-sleeves and the legs of his trousers.  They are at least two inches too short.  Any other boy would be ashamed to come to a party in such ridiculous clothes.”

Sam looked and tittered.  Luke’s face flushed, for, though he did not hear the words, he guessed their tenor.  But he was made to forget them when Florence came forward and greeted Linton and himself with unaffected cordiality.

CHAPTER VII

FLORENCE GRANT’S PARTY

Luke’s uncomfortable consciousness of his deficiencies in dress soon passed off.  He noticed the sneer on Randolph’s face and heard Sam’s laugh, but he cared very little for the opinion of either of them.  No other in the company appeared to observe his poor dress, and he was cordially greeted by them all, with the two exceptions already named.

“The janitor ought to know better than to intrude into the society of his superiors,” said Randolph to Sam.

“He seems to enjoy himself,” said Sam.

This was half an hour after the party had commenced, when all were engaged in one of the plays popular at a country party.

“I am going to have a party myself in a short time,” continued Randolph, “but I shall be more select than Florence in my invitations.  I shall not invite any working boys.”

“Right you are, Randolph,” said the subservient Sam.  “I hope you won’t forget me.”