One day, when a trio of exquisitely pretty girls came to carry him off bodily, at an early five o'clock, Miss Thornton came up the office to Susan's desk. Susan, who was quite openly watching the floor below, turned with a smile, and sat down in her place.
"S'listen, Susan," said Miss Thornton, leaning on the desk, "are you going to the big game?"
"I don't know," said Susan, suddenly wild to go.
"Well, I want to go," pursued Miss Thornton, "but Wally's in Los Angeles." Wally was Miss Thornton's "friend."
"What would it cost us, Thorny?"
"Two-fifty."
"Gosh," said Susan thoughtfully. The big intercollegiate game was not to be seen for nothing. Still, it was undoubtedly THE event of the sporting year.
"Hat come?" asked Thorny.
"Ye-es." Susan was thinking. "Yes, and she's made it look lovely," she admitted. She drew a sketch of a little face on her scratch pad. "Who's that?" asked Miss Thornton, interestedly. "Oh, no one!" Susan said, and scratched it out.
"Oh, come on, Susan, I'm dying to go!" said the tempter.