Cora, let the others go; you can overtake them with your fast car,
and we will meet them in the morning."

This brought on a veritable storm of protest and dissatisfaction.
Cora left the girls on the porch, and went outside with Tillie.

"Could you hear anything those men were saying?" she asked the
pretty little German. "Were they discussing a patent, do you
think?"

"Oh, no; it was not like that," replied Tillie. "It was about -
let me see. Some Haster, no, like a name - like your friend's
name, Hazel Hastings. That was it, Hastings."

"Did they say Hazel?" pressed Cora.

"No, not that, of course," and Tillie laughed.

"How should they know Hazel? It was a similar name - just
Hastings."

"And they unfolded blueprints? Like our campus maps, you know?"

"Yes, they had blue maps; I saw them when I picked up my shattered
cup. - It is all very well for Adele to blame his thumb; I blame
him - he is too fat, and thinks himself very smart."

Tillie pouted. Evidently her caller had not been too polite,
perhaps he had mistaken her for an ordinary waitress.