As was the habit of his grandfather Hawn, Jason's tongue went reflectively to the hollow of one cheek, and his eyes dropped to the yellow leaves about their feet, and Marjorie waited with a tingling thrill that some vague thing of importance was going to happen. Jason's face was very calm when he looked up at last, and he held out the card of invitation. "Will that git--get me in, when I a-get to the door?" "Of course, but--" "Then I'll be th-there," said Jason, and he turned away. Now Marjorie knew that Gray expected to take her to that dance, but he had not yet even mentioned it. Jason had come to her swift and straight; the thrill still tingled within her, and before she knew it she had cried impulsively: "Jason, if you get to that dance, I'll--I'll dance every square dance with you." Jason nodded simply and turned away. The mischief-makers soon learned the boy's purpose, and there was great joy among them, and when Gray finally asked Marjorie to go with him, she demurely told him she was going with Jason. Gray was amazed and indignant, and he pleaded with her not to do anything so foolish. "Why, it's outrageous. It will be the talk of the town. Your mother won't like it. Maybe they won't do anything to him because you are along, but they might, and think of you being mixed up in such a mess. Anyhow I tell you--you CAN'T do it." Marjorie paled and Gray got a look from her that he had never had before. "Did I hear you say 'CAN'T'?" she asked coldly. "Well, I'm not going with him--he won't let me. He's going alone. I'll meet him there." Gray made a helpless gesture. "Well, I'll try to get the fellows to let him alone--on your account." "Don't bother--he can take care of himself." "Why, Marjorie!" The girl's coldness was turning to fire. "Why don't you take Mavis?" Gray started an impatient refusal, and stopped--Mavis was passing in the grass on the other side of the road, and her face was flaming violently. "She heard you," said Gray in a low voice. The heel of one of Marjorie's little boots came sharply down on the gravelled road. "Yes, and I hope she heard YOU--and don't you ever--ever--ever say CAN'T to me again." And she flashed away.