“How peculiar!” drawled Doris. A jealous light had sprung into her changeable eyes.
“Not half so peculiar as the way some of the sophs behaved this afternoon.” Muriel was constrained to retort over one shoulder as she dropped to her knees before the window.
CHAPTER XXIV.—A NEW ALLY
From the moment Doris Monroe had realized that she might become a figure of importance on the campus her attitude toward college had changed. In the summer she had scornfully regarded the campus as a “ghastly old space.” Since the return to it of scores of smart, butterfly girls who owned cars and who made amusement a business during their recreation hours she had entirely altered her opinion.
Because she had chosen to be “miffed” at the Travelers during their summer stay at the Hall she still clung stubbornly to her groundless grudge against them. Then, too, Leslie Cairns had warned her against them. Leslie was a person for whom Doris had a certain amount of respect. Leslie had wealth in her own right and appeared to be afraid of no one. She had taken Doris for several rides in the white roadster and lunched and dined her expensively at exclusive wayside inns and tea rooms. When Leslie had returned to New York, shortly after Marjorie had returned to Sanford, Doris had missed her new acquaintance.
She was pleasantly surprised during the week following the sophomore election to find a note in the Hall bulletin board from Leslie Cairns. It read:
“Dear Doris:
“Meet me at the same old spot on the pike below the dago’s tomorrow afternoon at five-thirty sharp. Hope you are well and enjoying the knowledge shop.
“Yours,
“Leslie.”