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 she returned to New York? Why hadn't she let him know? How did she happen to be here? . ..

"Day before yesterday," she retorted. "And I thought, instead of letting you know, I'd drive down here and see for myself whether or not you still cared about knowing"

"You're finding out, all right!"

"Um-hum. You are glad to see me, aren't you?"

"Well—roughly speaking!" he almost shouted.

Her great gray eyes wandered past him then, to the Zeta Kappa façade. "I don't think I ever beheld quite so many heads," she observed.

Jock turned. The windows were indeed full of heads, still staring with unashamed interest. As he looked, the heads bobbed and grinned, and one youth lifted his right hand, clasped it with his left, and shook it vigorously in token of wholehearted approbation. It came to Jock that they had not shown him such friendly attention for weeks. "Look!" he said. "Right now I'm the most popular man in the fraternity, because I'm the only one who knows you." Pride swelled in him, and he tugged at Yvonne's little hand. "Come on, darling—come in a minute and let me introduce them."

"Mountain to Mohammed?" began Yvonne. But something about Jock's face made her yield. She got out of the limousine and stood, straight and slim and dazzling, on the pavement. "You just want to parade me," she accused, dimpling up at him, "—like a little trick puppy on a leash!"

"You bet your sweet life I do!" he admitted joyously. "I want to walk in there with a 'yah-see-what-I-found' look in my eye, and watch you mow 'em down like—say, what are you laughing at, woman?"

"You. You're so adorably naïve."