ay but some poor relation likely who was acting as housekeeper?
But at least for once in his life Clive Terrence realized that there
was such a thing in the world as a live religion and a few people who
held to it and loved it and _enjoyed_ it. He couldn't understand it,
but he had to admit it, although he was convinced that behind it all
there must be some ulterior motive or those people would never bother
themselves to that extent.

But Leslie came home from the church with a heavy heart and crept up
to her room with bravely cheerful smiles to deceive Julia Cloud; and
then cried herself to sleep; while Julia Cloud, wise-eyed, kept her
own counsel and carried her perplexities to the throne of God.

CHAPTER XXVIII

During the next three days there were stirring times, and Leslie, even
with a heavy heart, was kept busy. Clive Terrence was ignored as
utterly as if he had been a fly on the ceiling, and Leslie managed to
keep every minute full. Moreover, her mind was so much occupied with
other things that she had not time to realize how fully she was
cutting their guest out of sight of her, nor how utterly amazed it
made him. He was not accustomed to being ignored by young ladies, even
though they were both beautiful and rich. He felt that he was quite
ornamental himself, and had plenty of money, too, and he could not
brook any such treatment. So he set himself to procure revenge by
going hot-foot after the Freshman "vamp"--who, to tell the truth, was
much more in his style than Leslie and quite, _quite_ willing--though
Leslie, dear child, was too absorbed to know it.

She came home at lunchtime a bit late and called Allison from the
table to give him an excited account in a low tone of something that
had happened that morning. Julia Cloud, from her vantage point at the
head of the table, could see the flash in her eye and the brilliant
flush of the soft cheeks as she talked and wondered what new trouble
had come to the dear child. Then she noted the sudden stern set of
Allison's jaw and the squaring of shoulder as he listened and
questioned. Meanwhile she passed Clive Terrence the muffins and jam,
and urged more iced-tea and a hot, stuffed potato, and kept up a
pleasant hum of talk so that the excited words should not be heard in
the dining-room.

"Jane's had a perfectly terrible time!" had been Leslie's opening
sentence, "and we've got to do something about it! Those little _cats_
in the AOU have done the m