w boat from shore reached them.
Margaret was pulled in, with much difficulty owing to her large bulk,
and at last Jimmy, feeling a trifle weary himself, returned to Jessie
and helped her into another boat. She was still sufficiently herself to
achieve a smile of thanks to the handsome young man who had saved her
life.

It was all over in a flash, and yet it seemed as if the entire college
of Wellington could be seen running across the campus to the lakeside.

By the time the half-drowned trio reached land Miss Walker herself was
there looking frightened and pale. The girls were to go straight to the
Quadrangle, be rubbed down with alcohol and put to bed. As for the brave
young man who had saved their lives, he was to be taken to the infirmary
where he could be made comfortable while his clothes were being dried.

When Jimmy Lufton, dripping like a sea god, found himself in the center
of a group of beautiful young ladies all eager to show him honor as
they hurried him along to the infirmary, he gave a low, amused chuckle.

"I hope I've squared myself with them now," he thought, "and there'll be
no polite freeze-out for me and no lecture, either, thank heavens."

While a delegation of three went to the village inn and ordered his suit
case sent up to the infirmary, another delegation made him a hot
lemonade in the infirmary pantry, and a third went to the flower store
in the village and purchased a huge bunch of violets. This was laid on
his lunch tray with a card, "From the Senior Class of 19--in grateful
recognition of your brave deed."

And so the world goes. He who is down one day is up the next and Jimmy
who was to have been the victim of a blighting freeze-out by the
Wellington students was now an object of tender attention.

There came to Mr. Lufton that afternoon a note stating that if he were
quite recovered--("Meaning my clothes," thought Jimmy)--the students of
the Quadrangle would be glad to have him dine with them that evening at
six-thirty.

"I do feel like a blooming hypocrite," he exclaimed to himself
remorsefully. "Here I came down to Wellington at their expense to give
them a fake lecture and they are treating me like a king."

But he accepted the invitation, trusting to luck that his clothes would
be dry and tipping the infirmary cook to press his trousers and black
his shoes.

At half past six, then, Jimmy appeared at the Quadrangle archway. He
wore some of the violets in his buttonhole and