back, at the same time starting down the steps.
She had a little scarlet hat pulled down over her
- urly brown hair, and she wore a simple blue travel¬
ing-suit that set off her slender figure perfectly. Her eyes seemed bigger and browner than ever, her nose more impudently tilted, her mouth more su¬ premely irresistible. Her cheeks were daintly rouged, her eyebrows plucked into a thin arch. She vas New York from her small pumps to the ex3ensively simple scarlet hat.
Hugh dashed several people aside and grabbed ler hand, squeezing it unmercifully.
“Oh, gee, Cynthia, I’m glad to see you. I
- hought the darn train was never going to get
lere. How are you? Gee, you’re looking great, vonderful. Where’s your suit-case?” He fairly stuttered in his excitement, his words toppling over
- ach other.
“I’m full of pep. You look wonderful. There’s ny suit-case, the big black one. Give the porter wo bits or something. I have n’t any change.” Hugh tipped the porter, picked up the suit-case vith one hand, and took Cynthia by the arm with he other, carefully piloting her through the noisy, iurging crowd of boys and girls, all of them talking it top speed and in high, excited voices. Once Hugh and Cynthia were off the platform h<?y could talk without shouting.
“We’ve got to walk up the hill,” Hugh explained
