"Just one man. I've only met him. He's a friend of a friend of mine. He told me about some of the customs. They interested me very much." Over in her corner, between young Billings and the interloper, Stuart, Sue was having a beautiful time. She had felt free, since it was Billy's party--hence Billy's ice-cream--to permit herself a second helping. Sue was in her element. Billy and her favorite ice-cream--all in one day! It was almost too much. Annabel, as usual, was the centre of attraction. She was surrounded by a number of "searchers for lost articles," and Blue Bonnet, as she glanced in her direction, could imagine how the men were enjoying her pretty Southern drawl, her always witty remarks. Billy, with great self-sacrifice, devoted himself to Mrs. White, but his glance strayed often to Annabel. Mrs. White must have noticed the anxious glances, for she got up after she had finished her tea and insisted upon talking to Mr. McVickar for a while. The hour sped all too soon. Before the girls realized it, they had seen the interesting sights of the campus; the big dining-room in Memorial Hall, where twelve hundred students assembled daily; Sanders Theatre and the Fogg Art Museum. "I'd love to come in here when the men were dining," Annabel remarked, gazing from the balcony down upon the dining-hall. A quick glance passed between the men. They smiled in unison. "What's the joke?" Annabel insisted. "You'd have to come here at mealtime to find out," Billy informed her. "You see, we are a little averse to an audience, and the fellows act up considerably." "What do they do?" "Well," Hammie McVickar explained, "when any one enters this balcony every man down there begins pounding with his knife and fork, or anything that's handy, and raising such a din, that guests usually depart--quickly." "I think that's very rude," Blue Bonnet said, and the men agreed with her politely. "Wasn't it just like Billy to pick out the biggest bouquet for Mrs. White?" Sue whispered to Annabel, as they were finally leaving the campus. "She adores American beauties, too. Don't you really think he's a dear?" "He's a diplomat, to say the least," Annabel replied, laughing. "And a charming host," she added, to palliate Sue's evident disappointment. "Perfectly charming." "I'm so glad you think so, Annabel, and--do you know--I've a feeling that he likes you awfully, dear. Not from anything he says--but--well, just the way he looks at you sometimes!" "How absurd, Sue!" Annabel replied, as she hurried to catch up with the rest of the party; but her eyes sparkled and a beautiful flush crimsoned her lovely face. After the lights were out that night, Blue Bonnet, with utter disregard of rules, slipped into Annabel's room to talk things over. It was an excellent opportunity, as Ruth had left in the afternoon for a week-end at home. Sue had already arrived and was comfortably ensconced on the couch in bath-robe and slippers.