"Not exactly," Bliss answered; "he just keeps them,—keeps them longer than anybody else would, most likely."
To show that the junior and the president of the freshman class were on very good terms, it is only necessary to state that most of the trip between the junction and Newark was made in silence, Bliss reading a novel, and Hart occupied by looking over his notes on English and gazing thoughtfully out of the window.
When they arrived at their destination, which was one of the many Orange stations—which one it doesn't much matter,—Hart found himself wishing that he had not come; not that he was shy, but knowing that Miss Bliss was a friend of Miss Hollingsworth, he positively began to fear that he might have to meet the latter, and this made him nervous. At last he plucked up courage enough to ask a question:
"Will Miss Hollingsworth be at your house?" he inquired.
"Don't know,—maybe," Bliss returned carelessly. "She and my sister are very thick. I think Miss H. is a corker,—don't you?"
As this adjective did not exactly describe the young lady to Hart's mind, he did not an-
