n't have to go up to college to-night, do you?
It's raining cats and dogs!"

"Allison and I are going to Christian Endeavor," answered Leslie
quietly. "Would you like to go?" She had been trying to school herself
to give this invitation because she thought she ought to, but she
hoped sincerely it would not be accepted. It seemed as if she could
not bear to have the whole day spoiled.

For answer young Terrence laughed extravagantly:

"Christian Endeavor! What's the little old idea?"

"Better come and find out," said Allison, coming down-stairs just
then. "Ready, Leslie? We'll have to hustle. It's getting late."

In alarm at the idea of spending any more time alone the young man
arose most unexpectedly.

"Oh, sure! I'll go! Anything for a little fun!" and he joined them in
a moment more, clad in rubber coat and storm hat.

Leslie could scarcely keep back the tears as she walked beside him
through the dark street, not listening to his boasting about riding
the waves in Hawaii. Suppose Howard was at meeting! He would
think--what would he think?

And of course Howard was at the meeting that night, for he happened to
be the leader. Leslie's cheeks burned as she sat down and saw that
Clive had manoeuvred to sit beside her. She tried to catch Howard's
eyes and fling a greeting to him, but he seemed not to see his old
friends and to be utterly absorbed in hunting up hymns.

The first song had scarcely died away before Clive began a conversation
with a low growl, making remarks of what he apparently considered a
comic nature about everything and everybody in the room, with a
distinctness that made them entirely audible to those seated around
them. Leslie's cheeks flamed and her eyes flashed angrily, but he only
seemed to enjoy it the more, and kept on with his running commentary.

"For pity's sake, Clive, keep still, can't you?" whispered Leslie
anxiously. "They will think you never had any bringing up!"

"I should worry!" shrugged the amiable Clive comically with a motion
of his handsome shoulders that sent two susceptible young things near
him into a series of poorly suppressed giggles. Clive looked up and
gravely winked at them, and the two bent down their heads in sudden
hopeless mirth. Clive was delighted. He was having a grand time. He
could see that the leader was annoyed and disgusted. This was balm to
his bored soul. He made more remarks under cover of a bowed head
during the prayer, and stole glances at th