Marc fatefully handed over a couple of bills and glanced, not without apprehension, down the street. "The others should be along any moment now," he said. He turned to Toffee. "Just how are we going to explain all these people to Julie. We can't just say I asked them out for dinner." "Well, then," Toffee said, "we'll just say you're a group of botany students on a field trip." As though that satisfactorily explained everything she started into the bus. "Heigh, ho! Oh, for a day of biology in the open air!" "I thought you said botany," Marc said, uneasily. "One can always hope," she said grandly. True to his word, Hotstuff was back almost instantly, trailing after him a cast of characters the likes of which is rarely seen on the streets before sundown. The men, five of them in all, were heavy-browed and flashily dressed. Their female counterparts--or molls, as Hotstuff had described them--were so unanimous in their endorsement of low necklines, high heels, dyed hair and ankle bracelets that they seemed almost to be in uniform. At the approach of this strange swarming, Marc lowered his glasses only to replace them even a bit more quickly than was entirely necessary. "Good Lord!" he groaned. "It looks like Saturday night at the police lineup." At that moment, however, Hotstuff arrived at the front of the bus, his questionable companions crowding close behind him. "These is some of my best chums," he announced with beaming pride. "I would introduce you to them only they don't like their names mentioned." He drew forward a crimson-lipped creature who had crossed the street close to his side. "This is Floss, my mouse," he said. Floss, whose hair ran the gamut of colors from jet at the roots to orange-red at the ends--with blond, brown and platinum intervening--gazed at Marc from beneath mascara-encrusted eyelashes. "Hi, tallstuff," she said in a smoky tone, "ain't I seen you somewheres before?" "Knock it off, Floss," Hotstuff said. "Today's vacation. Besides, the gent can't see you through those glasses, so don't waste your wattage." He grinned at Marc. "She likes you, man." "I always like to improve public relations," Floss said delicately. "I'm much obliged," Marc said, edging away. "Well, I suppose we ought to be on our way." "Okay, everybody!" Hotstuff yelled. "Climb aboard! We're off to mingle with nature!" He took Marc's arm and guided him to the steps. "Everybody brought a couple of bottles," he said. "All you have to do is supply the grub. Boy! is this going to be some party!" "Yes," Marc said fatefully, "it probably is." * * * * * It was not until the bus left the city and was churning its way into the fresh-budding atmosphere of the country that the little assemblage began to get into the true spirit of the trip.