go to college this winter," he explained, "but she says she don't want to leave you."
"If she wants to go, I wish she could," said Mrs. Comstock, a look of relief spreading over her face.
"Oh, all girls want to go to college," said Ammon. "It's the only proper place to learn bridge and embroidery; not to mention midnight lunches of mixed pickles and fruit cake, and all the delights of the sororities."
"I have thought a great deal about going to college," said Elnora, "but I never thought of any of those things."
"That is because your education in fudge and bridge has been sadly neglected," said Ammon. "You should hear my sister Polly! This was her last year! Lunches and sororities were all I heard her mention, until Tom Levering came on deck; now he is the leading subject. I can't see from her daily conversation that she knows half as much really worth knowing as you do, but she can beat you miles on fun."
"Oh, we had some good times in the high school," said Elnora. "Life hasn't been all work and study. Is Edith Carr a college girl?"
"No. She is the very selectest kind of a private boarding school girl."
"Who is she?" asked Mrs. Comstock.
Ammon opened his lips.
"She is a girl in Chicago that Mr. Ammon knows very well," said Elnora. "She is beautiful and rich, and a friend of his sister's. Or, didn't you say that?"
