The Broken Thread

"No. I mean the girl in black. The one leading the pom." "By jove! Yes. She's uncommonly smart, isn't she?" "Her friend isn't half bad-looking, either?" "I don't think so very much of her, Raife. But Southport at this time of year is always full of pretty girls." "Not one of them can compare with the girl in black-she's ripping!" declared Raife Remington, a tall, well-set up, dark-haired, hatless undergraduate, who, in grey flannels, was walking beside his college chum, Edward Mutimer, at whose father's house he was staying during the vac. Both were at Trinity, Cambridge, and both, being in their last year, were reading hard for their degrees.