"You know about it," said Dora. "That is, you certainly do if you were
at your 'frat' meeting last night. Were you?"

"Yes, I was there," Ramsey answered, wondering what in the world she
wanted to know, though he supposed vaguely that it must be something
about Colburn, whom he had several times seen walking with her. "Of
course I couldn't tell you much," he added, with an afterthought. "You
see, a good deal that goes on at a 'frat' meeting isn't supposed to be
talked about."

"Yes," she said, smiling faintly, though with a satire that missed him.
"I've been a member of a sorority since September, and I think I have an
idea of what could be told or not told. Suppose we walk on, if you don't
mind. My question needn't embarrass you."

Nevertheless, as they slowly went on together, Ramsey was embarrassed.
He felt "queer." They had known each other so long; in a way had shared
so much, sitting daily for years near each other and undergoing the same
outward experiences; they had almost "grown up together," yet this was
the first time they had ever talked together or walked together.

"Well--" he said. "If you want to ask anything it's all right for me to
tell you--well, I just as soon, I guess."

"It has nothing to do with the secret proceedings of your 'frat'," said
Dora, primly. "What I want to ask about has been talked of all over the
place to-day. Everyone has been saying it was _your_ 'frat' that sent
the first telegram to members of the Government offering support in case
of war with Germany. They say you didn't even wait until to-day, but