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"But you, Miss Normaine, you've never had any difficulty in getting in on the first floor," went on the other. "You've quaffed the foam of the beaker and eaten the peach from the sunniest side of the wall right along I'm quite sure of it just to look at you."

Unhappily unconscious of the kindly feeling being extended to him from the bench in front, Judge Donald seated himself by Katharine, just as they drew slowly into the station. "You haven't been on for some years, have you?" she asked him. "No," he answered, "I've been busy." "Oh, we know you've been busy," she interpolated, smiling. "You're the same Katharine Normaine," he rejoined.

Flags, hats, handkerchiefs rose in the air, and the university cheer echoed, re-echoed, and began again. Arnold cheered also, with an energy not to be deduced from his hitherto calm exterior, standing up on the seat and shouting with undivided attention; and Miss Normaine waved her silk handkerchief and laughed in response to the bursts of youthful joy from the seat in front of her.

Arnold had been talking with a man of his own age, and hearing things that were very pleasant to hear about his latest work, and yet, as he leaned back in his chair and looked across at Katharine Normaine, whose own expression was a little pensive, he sighed. It was a great deal he told himself it was nearly everything to have what he had now in the line of effort which he loved and had chosen.

She raised her eyes with a glance in which he could read perfect faith, glad acknowledgment, and entire surrender. "Do you want me to keep telling you?" she demanded with adorable petulance. "There is Henry Donald!" exclaimed Miss Normaine. "I didn't see him before. He has grown stout, hasn't he?" "Yes, and bald." "Isn't he young to be bald and stout too?

"Oh, well," said Arnold, sitting down again, "sport is sport for both sides, whoever wins or else it isn't sport at all." "Ah, how many crimes have been committed in thy name!" murmured Miss Normaine. "Katharine, I think you have turned sentimentalist." "No, it's age, I tell you. I'm thinking more now of the accessories than I am of the race.

It was a vivacious progress along the homeward route. Pæans of victory and the flash of Roman candles filled the air. At one time, when some particular demonstration was absorbing the attention of the men, Miss Normaine found her niece at her side. "Aunt Katharine, you know I've always adored you," she said, with a repose of manner that disguised a trifle of apprehension.

She has been with a young man ever since we left home." "It isn't the same one, either," supplemented Arnold. "It never is the same one," said Miss Normaine, somewhat impatiently. "I am under no obligation to look after or even differentiate the young men. I simply have to see that the child doesn't get lost with any one of them."

It was as well to wait for a while outside as in; so with many others they strolled up and down, until their car should be more easily accessible. "Alice is an example of the profound truths we have been enunciating, Ellis," said Miss Normaine. "She has an ardent admirer on the defeated crew.

At last the party of which Miss Normaine was one left the car, and with the two men she made her way down the platform, through the midst of the hubbub, which waxed more insistent every moment. "It is with a somewhat fevered anxiety that I am keeping my eye on Alice," she said. "She is with a young man," said Judge Donald. "That statement has not the merit of affording information.