"What shall you do?" asked Janet, turning upon her. "If you get the better of me, Teddy Waite, I'll never forgive you. What are you going to do?"
"I'll tell you when I've done it," returned Teddy.
"If you don't, I'll drag it from you by slow torture," declared Janet. "Come along. I must get you to myself. The rest are ready to go. Yes, we'll be sure to come to the next frat meeting, Rosalie. Meantime, if Teddy does any dark and doubtful deed, you needn't expect to see her."
But at the end of three weeks, Edna confessed to her roommate that her best laid scheme had gone aglee, for though she had devised a plan by which she hoped to be able to catch a sight of the unknown Van Austin the plan had come to naught.
"For three mortal Sundays," she said plaintively, "I have started out early. The first I walked up and down that street till church time."
"Why, Teddy Waite."
"Yes, I did. I haunted the square where the Austins live; I really did."
"Well, what came of it?"
"The first Sunday, two ladies came out and went to church together."
"Why didn't you follow them to see where they went?"