>ther and then asked Carl why in the devil he bad n’t written.
Carl switched his leg with his cane and grinned. ‘You know darn well, Hugh, that I don’t write letters, but I did mean to write to you; I meant to }ften. I’ve been traveling. My mother and I have just got back from a trip around the world. Where are you going now?”
“Oh, golly,” Hugh exclaimed, “I’ve got to hurry if I’m going to make that train. Come on, Carl, with us to Grand Central. I’ve got to get the liveten back to Haydensville. My folks are coming up to-morrow for commencement.” Instantly he hated himself. Why did he have to mention com¬ mencement? He might have remembered that it should have been Carl’s commencement, too. Carl, however, did not seem in the least dis¬ turbed, and he cheerfully accompanied Hugh and Cynthia to the station. He looked at Cynthia and had an idea.
“Have you checked your bag?
“Yes,” Hugh replied. “Well, give me the check and I ’ll get it for you. I ’ll meet you at the gate.”
Hugh surrendered the check and then proceeded to the gate with Cynthia. He turned to her and asked gently, “May I kiss you, Cynthia?
For an instant she looked down and said nothing; then she turned her face up to his. He kissed her
