“Now, see here, Ruthie! What’s going on between that perfectly splendid brother of Cameron’s and you? Are you trying to make the rest of us girls jealous?”
“Perhaps,” Ruth replied, smiling, then hurried with her chum’s brother into the next car.
“Oh!” exclaimed Ruth suddenly, and she stopped by the door.
“Know her?” asked Tom, with curiosity.
Ruth nodded and hastily turned away so that the girl might not see that she was observed.
“Well, now!” cried Tom. “Tip me off. Explain—elucidate—make clear. I’m as puzzled as I can be.”
“So am I, Tommy,” Ruth told him. “I haven’t the least idea why that girl should be interested in our affairs. And I’m not sure that she is.”
“Who is she?” he demanded.
“She goes to college with us. Not in our class, you understand. I am sure none of our party had an idea Edie Phelps was going West this vacation.”
“Huh!” said Tom suspiciously. “What’s up your sleeve, Ruth?”