Chapter XXIV Chance?

* * * * * “Did you enjoy yourself—Phyllis?” “Rather—Denny!” Half an hour works wonders when we are twenty-one; and, to be frank, Denny and Phyllis had wasted no time over the fireworks. Having moored their canoe beneath a friendly willow half-way up the reach, they were devoting the balance of their evening to the furtherance of their mutual acquaintance, with the progress indicated above. Denny continued: “Have one more cigarette, just to please me?” “All right!” Denny leaned forward an…