“You won’t. Your name won’t be mentioned in it. All I need is the facts. You will be doing me a great favor. If there is anything I can do for you in return, let me know.” Leslie had donned her cloak of pseudo-sincerity.
“Oh, no; there is nothing.” Elizabeth slowly shook her head. “I—well, I wouldn’t want you to think I cared for a return.” Her manner plainly indicated that there was something Leslie might do for her if she chose.
“What is it you want?” Leslie exhibited marked impatience. “Favor for favor you know,” she added boldly. “I never mince matters.”
“I am crazy to play on the soph basket-ball team. Do you think you can fix it for me?”
“Surest thing ever. Leonard is peeved and has tossed up sports. Two of the Sans are on committee. Is that all you need?”
“Yes.” The wide babyish eyes registered a flash of gratification. “You are so kind, Leslie. Thank you a thousand times. I know you won’t fail me.”
“You’re welcome. I’ll fix it for you tomorrow. One bit of advice. Don’t play unless you are an expert.”
“I am. When I was at prep school——”
“Never mind about that now. You go ahead and tell me what I asked you. It is almost six and Nat will be here soon.”
“Oh, will she?” The sophomore cast an apprehensive glance toward the door. “Is she a very good friend of Dulcie’s?”