e's eyes were shining. "And he's a little particular about the
lining of the wings, too--Purple, for Law; White, for Letters; Blue,
for Philosophy; Red, for Divinity. Take this quieting powder. College
presidents should be seen and not heard." She smilingly silenced him.

Under her gentle ministrations, Dr. Fenneben could picture what comfort
might be in store for Vincent Burgess in a day, doubtless only two years
away. He resented Joshua Wream's estimate of Elinor. Surely Joshua had
never seen her in the place of nurse.

"Now, meantime, Uncle Lloyd," Elinor was saying, "commencement passed
off beautifully under Acting-Dean Burgess, considering how sad and
heavy-hearted everybody was. The trustees want to raise Professor
Burgess's salary next year--he's so competent."

Lloyd Fenneben's eyes were not bandaged, and as he looked at Elinor he
wondered at her utter lack of reserve and sentiment, when she spoke of
Burgess in such a frank, matter-of-fact way. When he was in love years
ago--but times must have changed.

"The arrangements for next year are all looked after. Everything will be
done exactly as you would have it done. There's not one thing to put a
worry into that cotton round your head."

"Good! Now, tell me of 'beforehand.'" His smile was as charming as ever.

"In your fever you've been telling us about a one-armed man who had
two arms to push people into the river, of his wanting you to save some
child's life, and of your stumbling over the stone. That's all we know
about that. Bond Saxon and Professor Burgess found you in the water at
the north bend in the Walnut close to that hermit woman's house. Either
you fell in, or somebody pushed you down the bank, headforemost, and
you struck a ledge of rock." Elinor's eyes were full of tears now. "You
would have been drowned, if that white-haired woman had n't jumped in
and held your head above water while she clung to the bushes with one
hand. Her dog helped, too, like a real hero. It stood on the bank and
held to her shawl that she had fastened round you to hold you. And the
river was rising so fast, too. It was awful. I don't know just how it
was all managed, Uncle Lloyd, but it was managed between the woman and
her dog at first, and Professor Burgess and Bond Saxon at last, and
you are safe now, and on the high road, the very elevated tracks, to
recovery. When your fever was the highest, the doctors kept telling me
about your splendid constitution and your tem