nged the subject. Kittie didn't like it for a cent."

"She didn't?"

"No. I saw her looking at you and Alice in a queer way several times."

"She did?"

"She did. So did Katy!" mocked Dunk, and his voice was rather snappish.

"Well, I didn't intend anything," said Andy. "Gee, but when I try to do
the polite thing I get in Dutch, as the saying is. I guess I wasn't cut
out for a lady's man."

"Oh, you're all right," Dunk assured his chum, "only you want to hunt on
your own grounds. Keep off my preserves."

"All right, I will after this. Just give me the high sign when you see
me transgressing again."

"There isn't likely to be any 'again,' Andy. They're going home
to-morrow."

"I've got her address, anyhow," laughed Andy.

"Whose?" asked Dunk, suspiciously.

"Kittie Martin's. She's the one you picked out for me; isn't she?"

"Yes, and I wish you'd stick to her!" and with this Dunk tumbled into
bed and did not talk further. Andy put out the light with a thoughtful
air, and did not try to carry on the conversation. It was as near to a
quarrel as the roommates had come since the affair of Burke's.

But matters were smoothed over, at least for a time, when, next day,
came notes from the girls saying they had decided to prolong their visit
in New Haven.

"Good!" cried Dunk. "We can take them out some more."

And this time Andy was careful not to pay too much attention to Miss
Alice Jordan, though, truth to tell, he liked her better than he did
Kittie Martin. And it is betraying no secret to confess that Alice
seemed to like Andy very much.

The boys hired a carriage and took the girls for a drive one day, going
to the beautiful hill country west of the new Yale Field.

As they were going slowly along they met a taxicab coming in the
opposite direction. When it drew near Andy was somewhat surprised to
find it contained Miss Mazie Fuller, the actress. She laughed and bowed,
waving her hand to Andy.

"Who was that?" asked Dunk, who had been too busy talking to Alice to
notice the occupant of the taxi.

"Miss Fuller," answered Andy.

"Oh, your little actress. Yes."

Andy blushed and Miss Martin, who sat beside the youth, rather drew
away, while Alice gave him a queer, quick look.

"An actress?" murmured Miss Martin. "She looks young--a mere girl."

"That's all she is," said Andy, eagerly. Too eagerly, in fact. He rather
overdid it.

"Tell 'em how you saved her life," suggested Dunk, laughing.

"For