"You take me right home, do you hear?" cried Mildred.
"We can get the 3:59 from the Grand Central," said Chester in an icy voice. "That will get you home in time for supper."
"Chester Jessup, you're a nasty, heartless boy to mention supper to me when I'm in this condition," said Mildred.
They made the trip from New York back to Clintonia in silence. Chester, watching the scenery flow by, was thinking deeply. He was wondering at what age young men are admitted to monasteries. He left Mildred at her house.
"Good night, Mr. Jessup," she said, coolly.
"Good night, Miss Wrigley," said Chester, and stalked home.
"Where have you been all day?" demanded his mother.
"Oh, just around," said Chester.
"Why weren't you home for lunch?"
"I wasn't hungry," said Chester.