a programme that did not include the berouged, be-powdered, plump, and silken Miss Bauers.

“I phoned you this morning, Nicky. Twice.”

“Yeh?”

“They said you wasn’t in.”

“Yeh?”

A hard young woman, Miss Bauers, yet simple: powerfully drawn toward this magnetic and careless boy; powerless to forge chains strong enough to hold him. “Well, how about Riverview? I ain’t been this summer.”

“Oh, that’s so darn far. Take all day getting there, pretty near.”

“Not driving, it wouldn’t.”

“I ain’t