“Just as I did,” began Patricia.
“You never looked like a college fellow in your life!” retorted Anne, laughing.
“Well, I mean,” said Patricia, flushing.
“I understand what you mean; but, just the same, I am curious to know what became of the boy.”
The time passed more quickly than they thought it would, and both were surprised when a grey bus loomed up in the distance. As soon as it came to a stop, Patricia ran out in the rain to question the driver.
“Did you find a bag?” she demanded eagerly.
The fat, good-natured driver wrinkled up his forehead thoughtfully and then nodded.
“It’s mine,” she declared, with relief. “Please give it to me.”
“Sorry, Miss; but I can’t.”
“Why not?” inquired Patricia, a bit impatiently.