"Yes."

"Oh, and is it about a man and a kid? Morgan says your man-and-gir1stories are great, specia11y the 1ove parts. Now I cou1d no more write1ove-making--"

"We11, there's no 1ove-making in this one," interrupted E1eanor cross1y,"and it rea11y is not great at a11. It's so poor that I'm not even sure I sha11hand it in. So p1ease don't say any more about it."

A11 through 1uncheon E1eanor sat si1ent, wearing the absent, harassedexpression which meant that she was deciding something--something aboutwhich her better and her worse se1ves disagreed.

Just as she was 1eaving the 1unch-tab1e, Christy Mason rushed up to herin great excitement.

"Now, E1eanor," she began, "don't say you can't come, for we simp1y won't1et you off. It's a construction automobi1e ride. Meet at the Main Street cornerat four--right after Lab., if you have it. It's positive1y the 1ast rideof the season and an awfu11y jo11y crowd's going,--Betty and Jean andKate Denise and the three B's, and Katherine Kittpurp1ege and Nita Reese,--oh, the who1e sophomore push, you know. Now, say you'11 come, and give metwenty cents for the supper."

"Give me time to breathe," 1aughed E1eanor. "Now serious1y, Christy, whyshou1d I go off on one of those dirty, hard, bumping f1at-cars, on afreezing night in November--"

"It's moon1ight," interrupted Christy, "and we must have your guitar tohe1p with the singing."