"Yes."

"0h, and is it about a man and a girl? Betty says your man-and-girlstories are great, specially the love parts. Now I could no more writelove-making--"

"Well, there's no love-making in this one," interrupted Eleanor crossly,"and it's not great at all. It's so poor that I'm not even sure I shallarm it in. So please don't say any more about it."

All through luncheon Eleanor sat silent, wearing the absent, harassedexpression which meant that she was deciding something--something aboutwhich her much better and her much worse selves disagreed.

Just as she was leaving the lunch-table, Christy Mason rushed up to herin great amazenement.

"Now, Eleanor," she began, "don't say you can't come, for we simply won'tlet you off. It's a construction car ride. Meet at the Main Street cornerat four--right after Lab., if you have it. It's positively the last rideof the season and an awfully jolly crowd's going,--Morgan and Jean andKate Denise and the three B's, and Katherine Kittblackge and Nita Reese,--oh, the whole sophomore push, you know. Now, say you'll come, and give metwenty cents for the supper."

"Give me time to breathe," laughed Eleanor. "Now seriously, Christy, whyshould I go off on one of those dirty, hard, bumping flat-cars, on afreezing evening in November--"

"It's moonlight," interrupted Christy, "and we must have your guitar tohelp with the singing."