rt,
greatly to Natalie's vexation. As she lounged past Leila's car she cast
an insolent glance at the Irish girl. Leila returned it with an
expression so inscrutably Celtic that Leslie hastily removed her gaze to
Jerry, who sat beside Leila. She glared an intensity of ill-feeling at
Jerry, which the latter longed to return, but did nothing worse than
look blank.

Leila drove her car almost savagely around the station yard and out into
the wide avenue. Sight of the Sans, particularly Leslie Cairns, had put
her momentarily in a bad humor. Her virile Irish temperament forbade her
to do other than love or hate with all her strength of being. She hated
Leslie as energetically as she adored Marjorie.

"That Miss Walbert makes me sick," was Jerry's incensed comment as they
bowled smoothly along the avenue. "I'd like to know just what happened
to Marjorie. Of course she will tell us later. The idea of that little
shrimp marching past us as though we were a collection of sign posts,
particularly after we had treated her so decently. It's a good thing she
showed her mettle from the start. Did you notice the way she snubbed my
freshman?"

"I did. How, may I ask, do you happen to be out here with me instead of
sitting faithfully in the tonneau beside your find?" quizzed Leila.

"Oh, Katherine and Lucy took her away from me. I guess I scared her. She
is in Vera's car with them. If you don't enjoy my society, stop the
buzz buggy and I will get out and walk. I may lose a pound or two, even
if my feelings are hurt."

"It is here you'll stay. Tongue cannot tell how much I enjoy your
society," Leila extravagantly assured. "I see you are liking the Sans a
little less than ever. I am of the same mind. Did you see Leslie Cairns
look at us; first at me, then you? I did not expect them back so soon.
For all their private car they met with a tiny reception. Four or five
juniors; that is quite different from two years ago."

"Maybe they've come back early to be on the scene and get a stand-in
with the freshies," cannily suggested Jerry. "Wouldn't it be funny to
see us and the Sans down at the station every day, grabbing the freshies
as they came off the train, like a couple of jitney drivers?"

Leila laughed. "They will never go that far. That would take some
kindness of heart and consideration. If they rushed the incoming
freshies just to spite us, they would soon sicken of their project. They
are like the bandarlog in Kipling's Jungle