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"SAFE WITH ELLEN"
blue eyes. Not ready to accept Bob Racement? Imagine being able to toy with a question like that! Why, any girl in town — any girl except Crystal — would have accepted him instantly! Tall, clean-cut, suave, intelligent, he was the kind of man a girl pictures in her dreams.
"I just don't want to make up my mind until — well, Harvey Slade is taking a cottage at Mountain Lake in August. Aunt Grace will open her cottage there about the same time. I ought to be able to wangle an invitation to spend two weeks or a month with her. After that Til know better what to say to Bob."
"But surely — why, any girl — " El' len began, then shook her head helplessly.
"Yes, I know," Crystal sighed luxuriously. "But Harvey's just as handsome as Bob — and a lot wealthier.
CRYSTAL was determined to go. Why not? There was nothing to lose. She could fix it so Bob would be waiting for her when she returned.
"Aunt Grace needs me," she told him shamelessly. "I — I'm going to miss you terribly, Bob. But you do understand, don't you darling?"
Bob understood. He dreaded the lonely weeks ahead; but he was glad Crystal, for all her bright gaiety, was a thoughtful girl, willing to sacrifice her vacation for an aunt who needed her. He wished there was something he might do for her.
"Just take care of Ellen," she said thoughtfully. "You know, Bob, she's a lonely girl, and it will be even lonelier for her when I go. It would be
sweet of you to drop in once in a while and take her to a show or something." There, that ought to keep him from dating other girls. With Ellen he'd be safe.
"Why, yes," Bob agreed heartily. "That's a good idea."
The more he thought about it the better it seemed. He had scarcely been aware of the shy, quiet girl before, but now he wondered why he had not occasionally shown her some bit of kindness. It must be rather dreadful for a young person to be so lonely.
The next afternoon he stopped at the florist's shop and ordered a dozen roses for her. He tried to picture her surprise, opening the box and seeing his card tucked in among the flowers. Quite possibly she had never received flowers from any man before in her life. It gave him a warm, tender feeling toward the poor, neglected girl.
Now that he was aware of her, it seemed incredible that he hadn't thought of her before. He could have taken her to a show occasionally. It would have pleased her enormously, and he would have felt better, too! Like now.
Why not call her this very minute and ask if he might take her to a show, say tomorrow evening?
Ellen answered the phone immediately. "The roses — oh-h! They are lovelier than just roses could ever be. They are lovely like the kindness of a friendly heart. I don't know how to tell you, but they just make me happy!"
It was Ellen, and yet it was not Ellen. There was a vibrant fullness in her tone that he had never heard