not with her to shake hands with everybody."

"Oh, she won't mind me; I'm a great friend of
Miss Jane's. Please go on; what kind of fun did
you have? I like to hear about girls' scrapes. We
had plenty of them at college, but I couldn't tell
you half of them." He had settled himself beside
her now, his appropriating eyes still taking in her
beauty.

"Oh, all kinds," she replied as she bent her head
and glanced at the blossoms on her breast to be
assured of their protective covering.

"But I shouldn't think you could have much fun
with the teachers watching you every minute," said
Bart, moving nearer to her and turning his body
so he could look squarely into her eyes.

"Yes, but they didn't find out half that was going
on." Then she added coyly, "I don't know whether
you can keep a secret--do you tell everything you
hear?"

"Never tell anything."

"How do I know?"

"I'll swear it." In proof he held up one hand
and closed both eyes in mock reverence as if he were