tie ourselves to Sunday afternoon
engagements. Nance and I wouldn't have you feel that way for anything."

The stormy Judy, calmed by these assuring words, returned to her rooms,
while Molly hurried downstairs and across the campus toward the
infirmary.

A number of people had gathered at the door of the hospital. Dr.
McLean's buggy and a doctor's motor car waited outside. There was an
ominous look about the picture that filled Molly with dark forebodings.
Most of the people in the group at the door were members of the
faculty, Miss Pomeroy, Miss Bowles and the Professor of French
literature. They were talking in low voices. Dodo Green and Andy McLean
leaned against the wall of the house, their hands thrust deep in their
pockets, their faces the very picture of dejection. Molly began to run.

"He's dead!" a voice cried in her heart. "Oh, Dodo," she exclaimed to
the Professor's young brother, who had run out to meet her, "please tell
me quickly what has happened."

"The old boy's had a tough time, Miss Molly," said Dodo, struggling hard
to keep his voice from breaking. "He had one of those infernal sinking
spells about ten this morning. It was his heart, they say. It's been
something awful, just a fight to keep him alive. But he's come through
it. The doctor from Exmoor came over to help Andy's father." Dodo paused
and gulped back his tears and Molly did not dare trust herself to speak.

"Let's walk a little way down the avenue," he said presently. "I feel
all bowled over from anxiety and waiting around so long."

"I know, I know, poor Dodo," said Molly sympathetically. "But he'll get
well, now. I'm sure of it. The doctor said his fine constitution would
carry him along."

"The doctor was thinking of what Edwin used to be, say a year ago. The
old boy has been overworking. The truth is," he added in a burst of
confidence, "he got into debt somehow; borrowed money on prospects that
didn't materialize, or something."

Instantly the thought of the comic opera came into Molly's head.

"And he worked all summer without taking any vacation, night and day.
Grace was abroad or she never would have allowed it. He just weakened
his constitution until he was ready to take any disease that happened to
be floating around."

It was a great relief to Dodo's pent-up feelings to talk and he now
poured out his troubles to listening, sympathetic Molly.

"Grace and I don't know what he wanted to use the money for----"

"Maybe i