He had far better try to make him his friend and put a spirit of honest rivalry into his heart; but come to think of it, there wasn't anything like that in my one look into Oka Sayye's eyes.

I don't know what it was, but whatever it was it was something repulsive." With this thought in her mind Linda walked slowly as she approached the high school the next time.

Far down the street, over the walks and across the grounds, her eyes were searching eagerly for the tall slender figure of Donald Whiting.

She did not see him in the morning, but at noon she encountered him in the hall.
"Looking for you," he cried gaily when he saw her.

"I've got my pry in on Trig.