under the good light. "You're at Mrs. Fansler's," he said, making it a statement rather than a question.
"Yes."
She did not ask how he knew; he thought she would; most girls, surprised with information about themselves, wanted to talk about it; instead, she added: "It's two doors beyond the Delta Alpha house; that's how it's known, it appears. I was helpless to find it until I learned that. Good night, Mr. Herrick."
But Dave turned to walk with her; he might as well, since he would be walking up and down anyway; and he wanted to know more about this unusual girl who had so suddenly appeared from nowhere.
"You're entering college, of course, Miss Netley."
"Oh, yes; but I've been to college before; three years, altogether."
"Where was that?"
"Minnesota, first; then Stanford."
Dave was watching her face; for they were approaching another street light and he wanted to see Miss Netley clearly again. She looked beautiful in the half shadow; the glint of the faraway light played on smooth surfaces of her face which gave her features character when Nell's individuality was entirely lost; and as they came close to the street lamp, the pretty details and the coloring of Miss Netley became visible once more.
He was going on beside her when the step at the curb reminded him that he had passed the corner beyond Willard.
"I'm glad you're trying us now," he said, stopping.
