proached the only undestroyed building in sight. He stopped then and suggested turning back.
"It's a Y hut," he said. "We'll be about as welcome there as a skunk at a garden party."
I reprimanded him for this, as I had found no evidence of any jealousy between the two great welfare organizations. But when I persisted in advancing he said: "Well, you might as well know it. She's there. I saw her through a window."
"What has that got to do with my getting a bottle of vanilla extract there if they have one?"
"Oh, she'll have one probably; she uses it for fudge! I'm not going there, and that's flat."
"I thought you had forgotten her."
"I have!" he said savagely. "The way you forget the toothache. But I don't go round boring a hole in a tooth to get it again. Look here, Miss Lizzie, do you know what she was doing when I saw her? She was dropping six lumps of sugar into a cup of something for that—that parent she's gone bugs about."
"That's what she's here for."
"Oh, it is, is it?" he snarled. "Well, she wasn't doing it for the fellow with a cauliflower ear who was standing beside him. There was a line of about twenty fellows there putting in their own sugar, all right."
