There was no mistaking Henry Burns's desire to form a closer acquaintance with the wax figure, for presently he approached closer to the window and stood studying it with undisguised interest. "Seems to like the looks of her, don't he?" chuckled Young Joe, nudging Bob White and doubling up with laughter. "Wish Jack Harvey was here now to see him. Come on, let's wake him up." Approaching softly, the three neared the unsuspecting admirer of the yellow-haired, waxen miss. Still lost in contemplation of her, Henry Burns was suddenly greeted by a series of yells and hoots of derision that would have done credit to a wild west performance. Then roars of laughter followed, as he turned and faced them. It was not in the nature of Henry Burns to be startled or easily disconcerted, however, and, although taken by surprise, he turned slowly and faced the three. "Hello," he said coolly. "Hello, Henry," snickered Young Joe. "Say, what's her name?" "Yes, who is she?" echoed the other two; whereupon all three went off again into mingled roars of laughter and yells of delight. "Dunno," responded Henry Burns. "I'll go in and ask, though, if you want." "Isn't she sweet?" said Bob White. "How long have you known her?" "Oh, not so long as you've known Kitty Clark," replied Henry Burns. "Ow! wow!" squealed Young Joe; an exclamation which began in great satisfaction and terminated in a howl, as he felt the force of a punch from Bob's vigorous right arm. It wasn't so easy getting the best of Henry Burns, in spite of his disadvantage. "Seen Jack?" he inquired. "No--yes, there he comes now," answered George Warren, pointing back in the direction whence they had come. Henry Burns left them abruptly, and they went along, calling back at him mockingly. But he paid little heed. Anyone familiar with the youth would have known that he had something particular in mind; and in such case, Henry Burns was not to be turned aside by bantering. Some five minutes later, Henry Burns and Harvey stood looking in at the very same shop window, whither Henry Burns had conducted his companion. "Say--er--Jack, what do you think of that?" inquired Henry Burns, pointing in at the wax figure. Harvey looked at his companion and grinned. "Think of what!" he exclaimed. "The curls?" "No, hang the curls!" said Henry Burns. "The dress." Harvey stared at him, open-mouthed. "Oh, yes," he said at length, as though endeavouring to grasp the meaning of so extraordinary an inquiry; "looks like Bob White's sister. What of it?" "Oh, nothing," replied Henry Burns, "only you and I are going to buy it." Harvey's grin expanded. "Sure," he responded. "You'd look nice in it, Henry. Only you need the curls, too--" "And give it to Bess Thornton," continued Henry Burns, unmindful of his comrade's remark. Harvey whistled. "Well, I'll be skinned if I don't think you're in earnest!" he exclaimed.