ghted Pellams. He hunted up Katharine the
last afternoon and asked for a renewal of the contract.

She laughed.

"Are you sure you can help the extremes? You know the Quadrangle and the
walks in the country--"

"Listen to the Mocking Bird!" gurgled Pellams. He was feeling very well
pleased with things in general.

[Illustration: A STROLL IN THE MOONLIT QUAD, PLANNED TO INTEREST THE
CROWD AT THE TUESDAY EVENING LECTURE.]

"The product of the means is a bully good josh," he laughed, "and I'm
not afraid of the product of the extremes; it's only equal to the same
thing--now there's higher mathematics for you!" and Pellams danced the
and she made him be serious and take up his work. The first quarter of
an hour she called him to order twice--first for trying to trap with a
lariat of grass an inquisitive gray lizard spying at them from a
fence-rail; second, for enticing into conversation the huge Danish
hound, whose bark is so much worse than his bite, and who, having been a
pup with the University, knows something of every Stanford "case" ever
developed in the pleasant shade of his domain. After fifteen minutes of
impeccable behavior, Pellams whispered:

"Say--"

"Silence!"

"Well, I'd like to have _some_ attention paid me. Call me down just to
show that you're alive."

She pointed to his History and subsided into her English Poets. When she
came to earth again, the sun was low beyond the eucalyptus trees. There
was a regular sound near her which she realized having heard for some
time in her sub-consciousness. She peeped over the high-growing root
between them. The man whom she was helping slept peacefully, his book
closed and his mouth open, and only the suspicion of a snore stirring
the quiet autumn air.

"I shall never have any trouble with him!" thought Katharine, with just
the faintest discontent, as she dropped a twig on his face, by way of
waking him without embarrassment.

The autumn rains came and the dry, sniffly dust of the campus lay flat
under the quiet air; the clear, fall weather that is mixed in one's mind
with the pungent smell of tarweed in the pasture lands, and with long
exciting afternoon practices, hung cool over the land, and still Pellams
went girling, with his beautiful joke on the college. Katharine's secret
joke on him had succeeded equally well. The woman-hater's class work had
undergone a transfiguration. People noticed it. At the opening of the
term he had put Professor Leyne's c