young men chums to his "girl," unless he could not avoid it. Ida,
perhaps, knew this, and she strolled to the other end of the porch.

"How'd you make out in your exams?" asked Ed of Sid, for the latter
attended college with Jack. That is, he was in his study class,
though not in the same grade socially.

"Oh, pretty fair. I cut most of 'em. I finish next year, and I
don't intend to get gray hairs over any exams now."

"You cut 'em?" repeated Ed.

"Sure," and Sid started toward his car, Ida following. "So long."

"Well, you're not going away mad, are you?" asked Ed with a laugh,
wondering the while over the identity of the striking-looking girl
whom Sid so obviously refrained from introducing to him.

"Oh, not's so's you could notice it," was Sid's answer as he began
to tuck the dust robe over Ida's lap.

Then Sid cranked up his car, which he had named the Streak, though
it didn't always live up to the name, and soon he and the girl were
out of sight around a turn in the road.

"Humph!" exclaimed Ed as he entered the store. "I wonder where he
heard about my plan to take--bank stock? I wish he didn't know of
it. And I also wonder who that pretty girl was?" For Ida was pretty,
in spite of her reddish hair and her rather jealous disposition,
which was reflected in her face.