“I’ve got her address, anyhow,” laughed Andy.
“Whose?” asked Dunk, suspiciously.
“Kittie Martin’s. She’s the one you picked out for me; isn’t she?”
“Yes, and I wish you’d stick to her!” and with this Dunk tumbled into bed and did not talk further. Andy put out the light with a thoughtful air, and did not try to carry on the conversation. It was as near to a quarrel as the roommates had come since the affair of Burke’s.
But matters were smoothed over, at least for a time, when, next day, came notes from the girls saying they had decided to prolong their visit in New Haven.
“Good!” cried Dunk. “We can take them out some more.”
And this time Andy was careful not to pay too much attention to Miss Alice Jordan, though, truth to tell, he liked her better than he did Kittie Martin. And it is betraying no secret to confess that Alice seemed to like Andy very much.
The boys hired a carriage and took the girls for a drive one day, going to the beautiful hill country west of the new Yale Field.
As they were going slowly along they met a taxicab coming in the opposite direction. When it drew near Andy was somewhat surprised to find it contained Miss Mazie Fuller, the actress. She laughed and bowed, waving her hand to Andy.
“Who was that?” asked Dunk, who had been too busy talking to Alice to notice the occupant of the taxi.