"You can manage 'em both. I've seen you take care of six or seven on Sunday nights at home."
"That was different."
"Well settle it to suit yourself. Only, remember, I'm not going. I'll be at the school all day Saturday and I'm not going to rush back to a beauty shop to get my hands and fingernails into shape for a dance. I'm staying home!"
Speechless, Louise stood gazing at her chum in utter incomprehension. She was past understanding.
Thinking the conversation ended, Linda returned to her pamphlet. But her room-mate had not finished.
"Linda, I want to ask you something—while we're on the subject of Ted Mackay, and these nice parties he is always planning for us. How much do you care for him?"
"Not a rap!" Of course that was not exactly the truth, for Linda did like the big fellow immensely. But lately she had grown very tired of his regular week-end visits.
"Linda Carlton! You ought to be ashamed of yourself to say a thing like that! After all Ted's done for you."
"Well, I guess I was exaggerating. But I'm fed up with him, Lou. I'm not going out with him any more for a while. And that's that!"
"Do you mind if I do?"