followed him to the door, and Eunice put her small hand into his again. "We want to see a lot of you, Jock," she murmured, She might as well have said "I want to"; it was obvious that that was what she meant.
He went down the street feeling strangely heavy of heart. "Some one of these days," he soliloquized gloomily, "Brad's going to wake up and hear the birdies sing, and then he'll blame me for the attitude Eunice takes and I'll lose the best friend I ever had." He became angry. "Oh, damn her, anyway!" he muttered. "Damn all silly sloppy women!"
The Zeta Kappas were proud of their chapter house, and with reason. It was gray stone, and spacious, and so new that they were still spasmodically careful not to kick its doors nor to burn its mantelpieces with the forgotten ends of cigarettes. Nor was the building the only thing of which they were proud; they were proud to be Zeta Kappas, and would have been had it entailed residence in a barn. The fraternity's reputation was national, its standards high, its pin as sure a symbol of worth and geniality as a buoy in the ocean is of a submerged rock. When you encountered a man with that pin on his vest you knew you could take him home—and introduce him to your family with impunity. When you saw a girl with that pin above her heart you felt that she would beyond a doubt be quite worth meeting, since some brother unknown but trustworthy had seen fit to set the seal of his approbation thus upon her.
