"You see, a good deal that goes on at a 'frat' meeting isn't supposed to be talked about." "Yes," she said, smiling faintly, though with a satire that missed him.
"I've been a member of a sorority since September, and I think I have an idea of what could be told or not told.

Suppose we walk on, if you don't mind.

My question needn't embarrass you." Nevertheless, as they slowly went on together, Ramsey was embarrassed.
He felt "queer." They had known each other so long; in a way had shared so much, sitting daily for years near each other and undergoing the same outward experiences; they had almost "grown up together," yet this was the first time they had ever talked together or walked together.
"Well--" he said.

"If you want to ask anything it's all right for me to tell you--well, I just as soon, I guess." "It has nothing to do with the secret proceedings of your 'frat'," said Dora, primly.

"What I want to ask about has been talked of all over the place to-day.