ing. As they did so they saw Dudd Flockley standing near, eyeing them curiously. They had to drive close to the dudish student, who was attired in his best, and he stared boldly at Dora and the Laning girls.
"What a bold young man!" was Dora's comment after they had passed.
"He's a student at Brill," answered Dick. "Not a very nice kind, either." Dick was much put out, for he did not like any young man to stare at Dora.
Ashton was soon left behind, and carriage and buggy bowled along slowly over a country road lined on either side with trees and bushes and tidy farms. Under the trees Dick allowed his horse to drop into a walk, and managed to drive with one hand while the other found Dora's waist and held it.
"Dick, somebody might see you!" she half whispered.
"Well, I can't help it, Dora," he answered. "It's been such a long time since we met."
"Yes, it seems like years and years, doesn't it?"
"And to think we've got to go through college before-before we can"
"Yes, but Dick, isn't it splendid that we are
