proved to contain red roses, with a card for Alice: "From David."
She used to gasp and feel happy, and half guilty, when he sent her long-stemmed, extravagant flowers like these; now she thought: "He wanted to send them to Fidelia."
Myra entered and sat on the bed beside her saying: "Alice, I've found something out."
She seemed to be suppressing some triumph, was Myra; and Alice looked at her with dull wonder.
"About Fidelia," Myra particularized. "I've been talking to Roy Wheen."
"Who?" said Alice.
"She asked him for to-night," Myra replied, knowing that Alice had heard the name but was puzzled over Roy Wheen's significance. "Why, do you suppose?"
When Alice hazarded nothing, Myra pronounced: "He knows about her."
"What?" said Alice sitting up.
"You know I told you that night she showed up here," Myra proceeded, "that something had happened to her. Well, it had. It happened in Idaho."
"How do you know?"
"Roy Wheen told me."
"What—what happened?"
"He wouldn't tell me that. Listen. He's a sort of pathetic soul, you know. He's hardly spoken to a sorority girl, that I ever saw. I doubt if he's been to a dance since he's come here."
Try as she could, Alice did not succeed in keeping her thought upon Roy Wheen; it flew to the time when
