“No; I—”
“Where have you been all this term?” demanded Hazel in disgust.
“Betty is more interested in certain people from home than she is in Granard students,” explained Lucile in significant tones.
“I am not!” contradicted Betty promptly.
“Don’t bother; she’s only trying to tease you,” said Jane soothingly, flinging an arm across Betty’s shoulder. “If I had a devoted boy friend who wrote me letters every other day, and came down to spend week ends here, I shouldn’t know all the college gossip either.”
Meanwhile Anne was whispering to Patricia: “Wonder how Lucile likes Clarice’s walking off with Norman.”
“Why?” said Pat. “I didn’t know that she considered him her special property. She’s been going around with Tut.”
“I’m not sure that she does, only I feel it in my bones, someway, that the meeting at ‘Hill Top’ on the day we arrived was not all chance. I do know that she pricks up her ears whenever he is mentioned.”
They had reached the library, and Pat reluctantly left her companions.
“I’m due here, kids,” she called from the third step, as Jane demanded why she was deserting them. “Something I’ve got to look up. See you later.” Waving her hand gaily, she ran up the long flight of steps and entered the old grey building.