noon
I do n'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 . The professor 's interested .