CHAPTER XXI

“What has become of that nice young Mr. Ryerson, Everett?” asked Mrs. Kingsford. “We haven’t seen him since—why, not since before Christmas, have we, Betty?” “No, mother,” answered Betty calmly. “Phillip Ryerson has taken the veil,” replied Everett gravely. “Taken the veil!” echoed his mother. “What do you mean? Whose veil, Everett?” “I mean he has withdrawn from the world of society and is hiding himself in the monastic seclusion of Thayer Hall. Really, I don’t quite know what’s up with Phil, but he’s frightfully …