er
table cover of mine; I just took and slashed it around the edges and bent
it over an old tam-o'-shanter crown and it looks exactly like the hat she
wore. You know I've been considering rather seriously. Don't you really
think that I'm peculiarly fitted for this sort of a career? Of course I'd
only play Shakespearian parts, although I'd love to be Joan of Arc like
Maude Adams was at Harvard, or play the old Greek tragedies at that
Stadium place, somewhere in California. I've been studying Electra a
little bit."

"Have you?" questioned Kit, kindly. "You dear child, you. So young and yet
so aspiring. Finish your chocolate ice cream soda, and we'll run along.
Rex just came with his car and we can all pile into it."

The rehearsal passed off splendidly, barring sundry interpolations by Kit
into Orlando's flights of fancy.

"I think he would have had to have been much more interesting to have held
the love of such a girl as Rosalind," she protested. "Heroes are awful
people anyway, I think. The only ones I really like are explorers. Uncle
Cassius said the other day that the most unique experience was to be the
first white man to step foot on new territory. I may take up forestry as a
profession, but I'd much rather be a woman explorer."

"Deserts, islands or mountain peaks?" queried Amy, as she dipped into her
store of supplies under the couch for some hasty refreshments.

"Caves, I think," said Kit, darkly; "caves or islands. Don't give me
anything to eat, 'cause I have to look up something in the library before
I go home, and I'm late for lunch now."

"Just pimento cheese on crackers, and I've got some chocolate marshmallows
here somewhere." Amy's voice was muffled under the couch cover. But the
clock on the mantel pointed at twelve-fifteen, and Kit knew the Dean's
punctilious regard for keeping meal hours.

The library was unoccupied, apparently. Kit went over to the lower book
shelves which contained the reference books on archaeology, dragging a low
stool after her.

"A-men-o-taph," she said, under her breath. "Likewise Semele."

With the two volumes on her knees, she started to read up the references
which the Dean wanted, when all at once she was conscious of some one who
stood in the embrasured window at the west end of the room, looking at
her. For a moment Kit was absolutely speechless, not believing the
evidence of her own eyes. But the next moment Billie's own laugh, when he
found out he had been disc