"Yes," and he ran his white fingers through his "fractious" hair. "The fact is, Cora, I am quite as anxious to see Clip as to go in on the case. Haven't seen her since school closed."
"I'll likely have some trouble in finding her," he added presently.
"Never can find her when I particularly want to, but if she is in
Chelton I'm going to hunt her up."
"Won't she be at the sanitarium?" asked Cora, and she wondered why her own voice sounded so strained.
"I think not," he replied. "Clip is a poster-girl, in our parlance, and we don't let them in on real cases."
"Poster?" asked Cora.
"Yes; it means she has had her picture in the college paper, with 'Next' under it. I don't mind saying that I cut out that particular picture."
"It must be lots of fun to be in such affairs," said Cora. "I have often thought that the simple life of society is a mere bubble compared to what goes on where girls think."
"Well, I am going early," he said pleasantly. "I suppose you don't mind running away before breakfast."
"No, indeed," she answered. "I rather fancy the idea. If I ever trusted myself to meet the girls I would surely 'default.'"
"All right. My man is always on time. Mother will see that we are not hungry—I've got the greatest mother in the world for looking after meals."