ir bags. She tried to peer ahead, but the moving forms blocked her

one in my life!" cried a gay voice, and Bobby Lit

by released Betty. He liked this straightforwa

a foot!" was Bobby Lit

nd then Louise and Esther, who had swooped

d is out in the car,"

d them. The gray-haired chauffeur, cap in hand, stood back as a proc

r claim to the name of "Betty" in Betty Gordon's favor some time ago, h

ight like to be introduced, you know. Betty, this is Frances

d thick glasses, her dark near-sighted eyes sa

rently taking Bob's introduction to Frances for granted

y came forward and rang

riends to use his initials and punches those who refuse, Timothy Derby who reads poetry and Sydney Cooke who

to Carter, the personification of propr

more or less comfortably on the seats, the boys squeezed in between,

of them. If he had had a little fear that he would feel diffident an

ll, standing on the lowest step under the porte-cochère as the car

d from the injury to his foot which had made

maid who smiled as Betty entered her room to find her turning down the bed cov

e you two here again,

ted to herself twenty times that evenin

s. The girls were on the second floor, and Esther, the youngest, who had strenuously fought to be allowed to go to Shadyside wi

etty to change into a light house frock for dinner. "I don't know much

Bobby Littell remark, an

g her hair. "She and her sister are going-Norma and Alice Guerin. I know you'l

he aristocratic families who lived on large estates used to send their da

the families who owned large estates, but they went down to d

eek for the schoo

isposal, and the gallant host and gentle hostess gave themsel

ghed Mr. Littell, when he went upstairs unexpectedly early one ni

hem from Miss Hope and Miss Charity, describing in glowing terms the boarding house in which they were living and the California climate which, the writers declared,

op where Lockwood Hale browsed among his dusty volumes. He had set Bob upon the trail that led him West a

ved for final packing and early retirement so that the gay band might begin their journey auspiciously. The Tuesday

hing down the folds of her rose-colored frock with satisfaction. "The only thing

ould probably be hard-pressed to get even the one evening frock allowed. "You know how some girls are, Bobby; t

clothes that girl would wear! The rest of us didn't even try to compete. And, by the way, girls, Ru

e Bob in the hotel," Louise explained in an aside to Betty. "I wonder

entury reputation," Bobby, who had studied

bjected Esther. "I

ded her, as she came in looking very handsome and kindly in a bla

n the secret of making each one enjoy himself. There were a handful of outside friends invited, and Betty, to whom

and Betty liked the comment on her pretty ruffled white frock

he boys were excellent dancers, too, and Bob was not allowed to beg off. Frances Martin, the last girl one would have named, had taught a dancing class in her home town with great

of the last motor bearing home the departing guests died away. There was a natur

ed off when some one woke

wake up!" whispered a