rcy! Are we so late?" exclaimed Elinor, remorsefully. "Hurry,
Judith. Don't wait for me. I'll catch up to you before you get to the
corner."

Off they raced, and came panting into the station, to find the express
ten minutes late, and David just stepping from the platform of the
still moving line of cars.

Patricia, who denounced recklessness in others, flew to meet him with
loud reproaches, regardless of the thronging crowd of undergraduates
that were nimbly springing off after him.

"You ought to be ashamed of yourself, David Carson!" she cried, her big
gray eyes alight and a pretty flush on her cheeks. "You'll simply
_kill_ yourself some day, that's what you'll do! Why can't you wait
till it stops?"

David, grinning broadly, cast a rather sheepish glance at the hurrying
throng.

"Fellows were in a hurry," he explained good-naturedly, as he shook
hands with a grip that made her wince. "Couldn't keep you girls
waiting, anyway. Hullo, Elinor, how's the artist lady? Hullo, kid,
give us your paw. Don't need to ask you how you are--you look out of
sight."

Judith as she kissed him was wrinkling her smooth brows at him. "But I
thought you were going to bring Tom Hughes----" she began, hesitatingly.

David burst into a laugh. "Blest if I didn't forget all about Tommy,"
he cried, turning to search the platform with eager eyes. "He's here
somewhere, but he's a shy youth and I guess he was afraid you'd want to
kiss him, too, Judy. Oh, there he is. Hullo, Tommy! Step lively,
please!"

A tall dark-haired youth in a gray suit and overcoat, who had been
standing with his back to them a short distance away, turned and showed
a pleasant, homely face with two very lively eyes and a wide, firm
mouth.

"This is the famous Hughes Junior," said David, introducing him to them
collectively. "Collector of dead bugs, and trouble generally. He
looks mild, but you want to watch him."

Hughes Junior chuckled, in a slightly embarrassed fashion.

"Don't give me away too hard," he said, in an agreeable voice. "I
haven't taken any of your bugs yet. I won't tell on him, Miss
Kendall," he added with an admiring glance at Elinor, "although I could
make you shudder with tales of his dark deeds."

"Now, don't let's waste time," said David briskly. "Where are we bound
first? How about taking a peep at the art-joint? Do you allow
visitors in the morning?"

"Do you really want to go?" asked Patricia, beaming. "The m