“Do you know any girls from there?” Miss Ogden asked eagerly.
“I have met a few Warburton girls.”
“Tell me their names,” persisted the curious freshman.
Leslie mentioned the names of three girls, New York acquaintances whom she had known in the old, more lawless days of her college career. She was relieved when her persistent questioner indifferently declared, “I’ve never even heard of them.”
“You would hardly know any of them, as they were graduated from Warburton several years ago.”
“How many years ago?”
“At least five, or six.” Leslie made her answer politely evasive. She was self-vexed at having unthinkingly mentioned her former Warburton acquaintances.
“Let us help you with your bags.” Leila came to Leslie’s rescue. She picked up the heavier of the freshman’s two leather bags.
“Oh, all right. So kind in you, I’m sure. I appreciate your interest in me. How far is it from the station to the campus?”
“Three miles. I must explain to you——” Leila began.