or.

"What did he lecture about in ethics--those recitations I missed?" she
inquired of Priscilla, one afternoon.

"Swedenborg."

"Swedenborg," repeated Patty, dreamily. "He got up a new religion,
didn't he? Or was it a new system of gymnastics? I've heard about him,
but I don't seem to remember any details."

"You'd better make him up; he's important."

"I dare say; but I've lived twenty-one years without knowing about him,
and I can wait a month longer. I'm saving up Confucius and the Jesuits
for examination-time, and I'll add Swedenborg to the list."

"You'd better not. Professor Cairnsley's fond of him, and is likely to
pop a special examination at any moment."

"Not Professor Cairnsley," laughed Patty. "He doesn't want to waste the
time. He's going to lecture straight on for two weeks--nice man; I see
it in his eye. What I admire in a professor is a good, steady, plodding
disposition that doesn't go in for sensational surprises."

"You'll find yourself mistaken some day," warned Priscilla.

"No danger, my dear Cassandra. I know Professor Cairnsley, and Professor
Cairnsley thinks he knows me; and we just get along together
beautifully. I wish there were more like him," Patty added with a sigh.

Professor Cairnsley began a lecture the next morning which was evidently
calculated to extend through the hour, and Patty cast a triumphant
glance at Priscilla as she unscrewed the top of her fountain-pen and
settled down to work. In the course of the lecture, however, he had
occasion to refer to Swedenborg, and, pausing a moment, he casually
asked a girl on the front seat for a resume of Swedenborg's philosophy.
She, unfortunately confusing him with Schopenhauer, glibly attributed to
him doctrines which would have outraged his soul could he have heard
them. It is written that the worm will turn, and the professor's bland
smile deserted him as he passed the question to a second girl without
much better result. The class in general had evidently been laboring
under Patty's delusion that the time had not come in which to learn back
notes. Amazed and indignant, he pursued the matter with a persistency
and a rancor he seldom showed. He began going straight through the
class, growing more and more sarcastic with each recitation.

As she saw him finish with the row in front and begin on her row, Patty
knew that she was doomed. She racked her brain for some memory of
Swedenborg. He was a name to her and nothing more. He