"Oh, I don't mean here at Overton," drawled Kathleen. "I saw you in New York with your father last summer."
"With my father?" was Arline's surprised interrogation.
"Yes. Isn't Leonard B. Thayer your father?"
"Why, how did you know? Have you met my father?" Arline's blue eyes opened wider.
"I've seen him," said Kathleen laconically. "I tried to interview him once, but couldn't get past his secretary."
"Miss West is a newspaper woman, Arline," explained Grace. "That is, she was one. She has deserted her paper for Overton, however."
"How interesting," responded Arline courteously. "Do you like college, Miss West?"
"Fairly well," answered Kathleen. "It doesn't really matter whether I like it or not. I am here for business, not pleasure. Perhaps Miss Harlowe has told you how I happened to be here."
"Miss Thayer and I had some weighty class matters to discuss," said Grace, smiling a little. "We weren't talking of any one in particular. Miss Thayer did inquire your name when she saw me bow to you. I answered just as you came toward us," added Grace honestly.
"I knew you were talking about me," declared Kathleen flippantly. "One can always feel when one is being discussed."