CHAPTER XXVII.
'HE COMETH NOT,' SHE SAID.
The _she_ was Jerrie, who, the night before commencement, was shaking hands with Dick St.Claire, Fred Raymond, Tom Tracy, and Billy Peterkin, all of whom had arrived on the evening train, and after dinner had come to pay their respects to the young ladies from Shannondale.

The _he_ way Harold, for whom Jerrie asked at once.
'Where is Harold?
Is he coming in the morning ?' she said, as she stood, tall, and straight, and queen-like, before the four young men, who glanced at each other with a significance in their looks, which she did not understand.
It was Dick St.Claire who took it upon himself to explain.
'No, Hal is not coming,' he said, 'and he is awfully cut up about it.

He thought he might manage it until yesterday when he found it impossible to do so.

You see, he has taken a job which must be done at a certain time.' 'Taken a job!' Jerrie repeated.

'What job?
What do you mean ?' and her blue eyes flashed upon each of the young men, falling last upon Tom Tracy, as if she expected him to answer, which he did in the half sneering, half satirical tone which made her hate him and long to box his ears.
'Why, it's a sort of carpenter's job,' he said; 'and I heard his hammer going this morning before sunrise, for I was up early for once and out in the park.