oard of Regents of the New Race University.
They will assign you a cave."

"This joke has gone far enough," he said. "Please take off this net."

"No. I am going to show the Regents what I caught."

"_Me?_"

"Certainly."

"But, my poor child," he said, "I am not what I seem. The joke is
entirely on woman--poor, derided, deluded, down-trodden, humourless
woman! Why, all this symmetry of mine--all these endearing young charms,
are--are----"

He hesitated, looked at her, reflected, wavered. She was _so_
pretty--somehow he didn't want to tell her. He felt furtively of his
rubber chest improver, his flexible pneumatic calves, his golden brown
wig, his pencilled brows, silky moustache, and carefully fashioned
rosebud mouth. . . . A sudden and curious distaste for confessing to her
that all the beauties were unreal came over him.

Meanwhile, paying him no further attention for the moment, she was trying
hard to uncork the bottle of chloroform.

When she succeeded, she soaked the roll of antiseptic cotton, folded it
in a handkerchief, and re-corked the bottle. Then, eyeing him coldly,
holding the saturated handkerchief with one hand, her pretty nose with
the other, she said with nasal difficulty:

"Dow, Bister Lagdod, bake up your bind dot to struggle----"

"Are you actually going to do it?" he asked, incredulously.

"I ab!" she replied firmly.

"Nonsense! _You_ are not accustomed to give chloroform!"

"Do; but I've read up od the subject----"

"What!" he exclaimed, horrified. "Look out what you're doing, child!
Don't you dare try that on me!"

"I've got to," she insisted. "Please dod bake be dervous or we bay have
ad accidend----"

"Take that stuff away!" he yelled. "You'll give me too much and then I
won't wake up at all!"

"I'll be as careful as I cad," she promised him. "Dow be still----"

"But this is monstrous!" he retorted, flopping about in the leaves like a
stranded fish and frantically endeavouring to dodge the wet and reeking
handkerchief.

"Let go of my nose! Help! He--he--hah--h--um! bz-z-z-z----" and he
suddenly relaxed and fell back a limp, loose-limbed mass among the
leaves.

Pale and resolute the girl knelt beside him, freed him from the net, and,
bending nearer, gazed earnestly into his unconscious features. Still
gazing, she drew a postman's whistle from her satchel, set it to her
lips, and was about to summon the student on duty at the distant gate to
help bring in the quarry, when