"Marjorie Marjorie Dean " The black-eyed girl in the runabout accompanied her high-pitched call by a gradual slowing down of the smart little car she was driving. The dainty, white-gowned figure on the sidewalk tilted a white parasol over one shoulder and turned a pair of startled brown eyes in the direction of the voice. "Why, Mignon, I didn't know you were home from Severn Beach How do you do?" Advancing to the runabout, Marjorie Dean stretched forth a white-gloved hand. "I've been in Sanford since Wednesday," returned Mignon. Leaning out of the runabout, she lightly clasped the proffered fingers. "Get into my car and I'll take you wherever you want to go. I'm glad I saw you. It's been deadly dull in Sanford with most of the girls still away." Her elfish eyes noting that Marjorie's smart attire betokened a possible luncheon or tea, Mignon was consumed with a lively curiosity to learn the pretty senior's destination. "You look as though you were going to an afternoon tea," she continued artfully. "Say where and I'll ride you there." "Thank you, but I don't believe I'll ride. I was out in the car all morning with General. It's so lovely this afternoon I'd rather walk. I'm not bound for a tea, though. I am going to make a call." Mignon's dark brows drew together in a faint frown. "Oh, pshaw " she exclaimed. "Why not ride? Unless you don't wish me to know where you are going?" she added suspiciously.