"Those voices are calling for cooling drinks these warm nights, which," the nurse declared ruefully, "I have to prepare in the hot afternoons." Determination seized her. "Joe Curtis," she exclaimed, "you have had enough lemonade this week to bathe in and I have carried it to you. Unless you apologize immediately you will get no more. There now." Before such a threat, Joe meekly surrendered and thus addressed the stern-faced nurse. "Miss Knight, after listening to your bawling out, I know that I should have called you 'Rapper' instead of 'Knightie,' and I wouldn't have you as a sister at any price." The nurse tossed her head in disdain. "I don't care to be related to a motorcyclist," she announced. Joe grinned at Virginia. "What did I tell you? No one cares for a motorcyclist. They have no friends, even in a hospital." "Why should any one care about them? Their troubles are due to their own foolishness. They are a noisy pest in the streets and they get themselves hurt and take up bed space in hospitals which might be devoted to better uses." Miss Knight's seriousness gave way and her eyes danced. "And they make their nurses like them in spite of it all," she laughed as she hurried away to another patient. Virginia watched Joe thoughtfully. "You take a strange way to show Miss Knight that you like her," she told him. "You are always in an argument with her." "She starts the scrap, not I." "But you make her do it!" "No," he declared with earnestness, "she jumps on me to stir things up and give her something to talk about." "I don't understand you at all, Joe. You treat Miss Knight so differently from the way you treat me. Yet, you like her," Virginia urged. "It's such great sport teasing her." "Why don't you tease me?" Joe considered the question. "I don't know," he answered frankly. "I suppose it is because you are different." Curiosity seized her. "How am I different?" Great embarrassment held his tongue. She was insistent. "Won't you answer my question?" she begged. "It's a hard one. Perhaps I can't answer it." "Oh, yes, you can. Try." He made the attempt. "Perhaps it is because I have known girls like Miss Knight all of my life. I played with them when I was a kid, went to school with them, and, since I have been older, called on them and took them to dances." "Did you ever take them out on your motorcycle?" demanded Virginia almost sharply. The question surprised him. "No, I never had another seat on my wheel. Why?" "Oh, nothing." She was very indifferent now. "I don't think that I approve of girls on motorcycles. Go on," she urged. "You were telling about taking girls to dances. Where else did you take them?" He thought a moment. "Sometimes I took them to Vivian's and had ice cream or took them to a motion picture show." "Oh, what fun." Virginia was thinking aloud. "What?" he asked. She very calmly disregarded his question. "You haven't told me how I am different," she relentlessly persisted. "Please do."