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246 miserably. “I could n’t get a car for love nor money. I’m awfully sorry.”

Cynthia did a dance-step and petted his arm hap¬ pily. “What do I care? I’m so—so damn glad to see you, Hugh. You look nicer ’n ever—just as clean and washed and sweet. Ooooh, look at him blush! Stop it or I ’ll have to kiss you right here. Stop it, I say.”

But Hugh went right on blushing. “Go ahead,” he said bravely. “I wish you would.”

Cynthia laughed. “Like fun you do. You’d die of embarrassment. But your mouth is an awful temptation. You have the sweetest mouth, Hugh. It’s so damn kissable.”

She continued to banter him until they reached the fraternity house. “Where do I live?” she de¬ manded. “In your room, I hope.”

“Yep. I’m staying down in Keller Hall with Norry Parker. His room-mate’s sick in the hospi¬ tal; so he’s got room for me. Norry’s going to see you later.”

“Right-o. What do we do when I get six pound: of dirt washed off and some powder on my nose?”

“Well, we ’re having a tea-dance here at the house at four-thirty; but we’ve got an hour til] then, and I thought we’d take a walk. I want tc show you the college.”

After Cynthia had repaired the damages of travel and had been introduced to Hugh’s fraternity