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"
No
trouble
to
tell
who
you
are
,
"
she
said
gayly
,
approaching
and
giving
Clyde
her
hand
.
"
I
'm
Jill
Trumbull
.
Miss
Finchley
has
n't
come
yet
.
But
I
can
do
the
honors
just
as
well
,
I
guess
.
Come
right
in
where
the
rest
of
us
are
.
"
She
led
the
way
into
a
series
of
connecting
rooms
that
seemed
to
join
each
other
at
right
angles
,
adding
as
she
went
,
"
You
do
look
an
awful
lot
like
Gil
Griffiths
,
do
n't
you
?
"
"
Do
I
?
"
smiled
Clyde
simply
and
courageously
and
very
much
flattered
by
the
comparison
.
The
ceilings
were
low
.
Pretty
lamps
behind
painted
shades
hugged
dark
walls
.
Open
fires
in
two
connecting
rooms
cast
a
rosy
glow
upon
cushioned
and
comfortable
furniture
.
There
were
pictures
,
books
,
objects
of
art
.
"
Here
,
Tracy
,
you
do
the
announcing
,
will
you
?
"
she
called
.
"
My
brother
,
Tracy
Trumbull
,
Mr.
Griffiths
.
Mr.
Clyde
Griffiths
,
everybody
,
"
she
added
,
surveying
the
company
in
general
which
in
turn
fixed
varying
eyes
upon
him
,
while
Tracy
Trumbull
took
him
by
the
hand
.
Clyde
,
suffering
from
a
sense
of
being
studied
,
nevertheless
achieved
a
warm
smile
.
At
the
same
time
he
realized
that
for
the
moment
at
least
conversation
had
stopped
.
"
Do
n't
all
stop
talking
on
my
account
,
"
he
ventured
,
with
a
smile
,
which
caused
most
of
those
present
to
conceive
of
him
as
at
his
ease
and
resourceful
.
At
the
same
time
Tracy
added
:
"
I
'm
not
going
to
do
any
man-to-man
introduction
stuff
.
We
'll
stand
right
here
and
point
'em
out
.
That
's
my
sister
,
Gertrude
,
over
there
talking
to
Scott
Nicholson
.
"
Clyde
noted
that
a
small
,
dark
girl
dressed
in
pink
with
a
pretty
and
yet
saucy
and
piquant
face
,
nodded
to
him
.
And
beside
her
a
very
de
rigueur
youth
of
fine
physique
and
pink
complexion
nodded
jerkily
.
"
Howja
do
.
"
And
a
few
feet
from
them
near
a
deep
window
stood
a
tall
and
yet
graceful
girl
of
dark
and
by
no
means
ravishing
features
talking
to
a
broad-shouldered
and
deep-chested
youth
of
less
than
her
height
,
who
were
proclaimed
to
be
Arabella
Stark
and
Frank
Harriet
.
"
They
're
arguing
over
a
recent
Cornell
--
Syracuse
foot-ball
game
...
Burchard
Taylor
and
Miss
Phant
of
Utica
,
"
he
went
on
almost
too
swiftly
for
Clyde
to
assemble
any
mental
notes
.
"
Perley
Haynes
and
Miss
Vanda
Steele
...
well
,
I
guess
that
's
all
as
yet
.
Oh
,
no
,
here
come
Grant
and
Nina
Temple
.
"
Clyde
paused
and
gazed
as
a
tall
and
somewhat
dandified-looking
youth
,
sharp
of
face
and
with
murky-gray
eyes
,
steered
a
trim
,
young
,
plump
girl
in
fawn
gray
and
with
a
light
chestnut
braid
of
hair
laid
carefully
above
her
forehead
,
into
the
middle
of
the
room
.
"
Hello
,
Jill
.
Hello
,
Vanda
.
Hello
,
Wynette
.
"
In
the
midst
of
these
greetings
on
his
part
,
Clyde
was
presented
to
these
two
,
neither
of
whom
seemed
to
pay
much
attention
to
him
.
"
Did
n't
think
we
'd
make
it
,
"
went
on
young
Cranston
speaking
to
all
at
once
.
"
Nina
did
n't
want
to
come
,
but
I
promised
Bertine
and
Jill
or
I
would
n't
have
,
either
.
We
were
up
at
the
Bagleys
'
.
Guess
who
's
up
there
,
Scott
.
Van
Peterson
and
Rhoda
Hull
.
They
're
just
over
for
the
day
.
"
"
You
do
n't
say
,
"
called
Scott
Nicholson
,
a
determined
and
self
-
centered
looking
individual
.
Clyde
was
arrested
by
the
very
definite
sense
of
social
security
and
ease
that
seemed
to
reside
in
everybody
.
"
Why
did
n't
you
bring
'em
along
?
I
'd
like
to
see
Rhoda
again
and
Van
,
too
.
"
