“Where—why Leslie Cairns!” stammered the unsuspecting junior.
“This is a surprise, Miss Walbert!” Leslie returned in not quite friendly tones.
“I see you are angry with me still, Leslie,” she said plaintively. “You blamed me for saying a lot of things I never said. I heard Dulcie was the cause of your—er—trouble last year. She wrote me after she left Hamilton. I didn’t answer her letter.”
“Oh, forget it.” Leslie made an indifferent gesture. “What’s done can’t be undone. You were wise not to write to Dulcie. She was the most treacherous little reptile I ever knew. How’s college?”
“Oh, so, so. I am at Wayland Hall now. It is full of freshies. Miss Harper and Miss Mason are there again. So are Miss Merrick and Miss Trent. Four P. G’s at Wayland.”
“Four N. G’s, you mean,” corrected Leslie bitterly. “I heard they were back. I met Lola and Alida not long ago.”
“You did? They never said a word about it to me. I was with them a long time last night, too. The sophs gave their dance last night. Hateful things! They might have told me. I think Lola is so selfish!” Elizabeth pouted her displeasure.
“Selfish! You are right about that. She is.” Leslie spoke with sudden energy. “She winds Alida around her finger.”
“Of course.” Elizabeth leaned forward, her interest rising. It was good to see Leslie again. Leslie never cared what she said about others.
The waitress approaching, Leslie ordered a luncheon which she did not want, then turned her attention to her companion again.