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 Look here, Molly, be sensible: you got in yesterday afternoon at three. We met the bunch, hung around here for awhile, went over to the Union and danced till seven-thirty, dashed back to dress for the Dramatic Club show, saw that, and danced afterward till dawn. This morning we didn't get together until nearly noon, and then we had to have lunch, and after that the game, and then the tea dance here at the house, and now"

"I notice," broke in Molly, sniffing, "that other people find time. Your roommate and Norma"

"Oh, well, Bones—" Jock dismissed Bones with a flip of his hand. "He's a glutton for that stuff, of course."

"Besides," Molly continued, "you certainly don't—seem to have any trouble finding time to talk to that ash-can—that Cecily whatever-her-name-is who wears the bargain-basement clothes. What you can see in her is more than I can understand"

"I'm sorry for her."

"Well, I'm not! It's a girl's own fault if she's a"

"It isn't Cecily's fault, Molly. She'd like to be different, but she just doesn't know how to go about it."

"That's right!" flared Molly. "Stick up for her! Make a nut out of me by cutting in on her all the time, and talking to her, and kidding her—you're the only man who does, I'm sure of that! Can't you look at my side, for a change? Do you think it's flattering to me to be brought down here and then neglected for a simp with a shiny nose? Well, it isn't! It's positively insulting! People must certainly think I'm good, if I can't interest you any more than she does!"

This conversation took place in the roadster, which was bearing them from the fraternity house to the