9/25 As I told you, I am going over to the office after luncheon. You had better go to your room and rest a little, then take luncheon with Miss Dean and me and go with us to Overton Hall to see Miss Wilder, the dean." "I--I--thank you," stammered the girl, the dull color flooding her sunburnt cheeks. "I'm afraid--I--can't go to luncheon--with you. "Neither are we," she assured the embarrassed girl, "but still we don't care to miss luncheon entirely. You are a stranger in a strange land, so you must be our guest, and then some day when you are a seasoned Overtonite we'll insist on being yours." Mary Reynolds regarded the two young women with shy, grateful eyes. |