the frat house and get another pair of shoes. These are brand new, and my feet are tired anyway from dancing constantly for two days, and I'm suffering agonies."
"I'll go back and get them. Tell me where they are."
"You never could find them"
"Sure I could!" A suspicion that if Molly returned to the deserted fraternity house with him there would be another scene similar to the recent one in the roadster made Jock all the more emphatic. "Sure, Molly, find them all right. Where'd you leave them? What do they look like?"
"They're silver," Molly said. "Silver brocade, and they tie on the instep with little tassels. They're in the closet—the only silver slippers in there unless Norma has a pair, in which case you'll know mine because they'll be the smallest. But I'd better go with you"
Jock turned her over to an approaching stag, and went alone.
The room that Molly and Norma Knight were occupying was the one inhabited in more normal times by Jock and Bones. But even though it belonged to him, Jock entered it almost guiltily, like a furtive intruder. It looked so feminine! Its chairs were festooned with wispy garments in pastel colors. Its chiffoniers supported a miscellany of hairpins and sound gilt boxes and pearl beads and perfume bottles and crumpled handkerchiefs and lipsticks, and, over all, a light snowfall of powder. There were suitcases under the beds, suitcases somewhat ajar and foaming lace at the mouth. Jock opened the closet door and
