personally, Jock in a casual sort of way. "She's all right for a prom," he told himself. "Clothes, and looks, and an awfully good dancer. If only she doesn't start talking like an idiot—Oh Lord, she's going to!" he finished. He knew that preliminary flicker of the lashes.
"Jock," said Molly softly, "there were a million girls on that train, and I felt so superior to all of them, you can't imagine, because they were coming to the prom with just any old boy and I was coming with you. Oh, Jock, I'm so glad to be here—say you're a little glad to have me"
The timely reappearance of Bones at this instant spared the necessity of a reply. He wore a fatuous grin, and by one arm he guided a slender, graceful girl with greenish eyes and commas of yellow hair sweeping out onto her cheeks below a green hat. Jock identified her as the original of the favorite photograph in Bones' collection.
"Norma, this is the roommate, Jock Hamill—don't believe anything he tells you about me. Miss Norma Knight, Jock. You know—the one I talk in my sleep about"
Jock completed the mutual introductions, and observed that the two girls met with an instant hostility, only thinly veiled. "All prom-girls hate all other prom-girls," he made a mental note.
The ride up the hill to the fraternity house was accomplished in short order, and the girls escorted inside. There was a momentary pause in the lower hall while they squealed admiringly, in chorus, "Oh, isn't this darling!"—as was expected of them. Then Jock and Bones showed the way upstairs and to their room.
"Don't take long, you two," Bones commanded when they had set down numerous suitcases and were pre-
