an to descend the steps of the cars. The stampede broke. A
youth would see "his girl" and start through the crowd for her. Dozens
spotted their girls at the same time and tried to run through the crowd.
They bumped into one another, laughed joyously, bumped into somebody
else, and finally reached the girl.

When Hugh eventually saw Cynthia standing on a car platform near him, he
shouted to her and held his hand high in greeting. She saw him and waved
back, at the same time starting down the steps.

She had a little scarlet hat pulled down over her curly brown hair, and
she wore a simple blue traveling-suit that set off her slender figure
perfectly. Her eyes seemed bigger and browner than ever, her nose more
impudently tilted, her mouth more supremely irresistible. Her cheeks
were daintily rouged, her eyebrows plucked into a thin arch. She was New
York from her small pumps to the expensively simple scarlet hat.

Hugh dashed several people aside and grabbed her hand, squeezing it
unmercifully.

"Oh, gee, Cynthia, I'm glad to see you. I thought the darn train was
never going to get here. How are you? Gee, you're looking great,
wonderful. Where's your suit-case?" He fairly stuttered in his
excitement, his words toppling over each other.

"I'm full of pep. You look wonderful. There's my suit-case, the big
black one. Give the porter two bits or something. I haven't any change."
Hugh tipped the porter, picked up the suit-case with one hand, and took
Cynthia by the arm with the other, carefully piloting her through the
noisy, surging crowd of boys and girls, all of them talking at top speed
and in high, excited voices.

Once Hugh and Cynthia were off the platform they could talk without
shouting.

"We've got to walk up the hill," Hugh explained miserably. "I couldn't
get a car for love nor money. I'm awfully sorry."

Cynthia did a dance-step and petted his arm happily. "What do I care?
I'm so--so damn glad to see you, Hugh. You look nicer'n ever--just as
clean and washed and sweet. Ooooh, look at him blush! Stop it or I'll
have to kiss you right here. Stop it, I say."

But Hugh went right on blushing. "Go ahead," he said bravely. "I wish
you would."

Cynthia laughed. "Like fun you do. You'd die of embarrassment. But your
mouth is an awful temptation. You have the sweetest mouth, Hugh. It's so
damn kissable."

She continued to banter him until they reached the fraternity house.
"Where do I live?" she demanded. "In