on all these jobs
mighty soon, on account of what those men did in Congress to-day. If
they won't give us a chance to do something under our own flag, then
we'll have to go and do it under some other flag; and I want to tell you
I'm one that's going to _go!_ I'll stick it out in college up to Easter,
and then if there's still no chance to go under the Stars and Stripes
I'll maybe have to go under the flag my great-great-grandfather fought
against in 1776, but, anyhow, I'll _go!_"

It was in speaking to Ramsey of this declaration that Dora said Fred was
a "dangerous firebrand." They were taking another February walk, but the
February was February, 1917; and the day was dry and sunny. "It's just
about a year ago," she said.

"What is?" Ramsey asked.

"That first time we went walking. Don't you remember?"

"Oh, _that_ day? Yes, I remember it was snowing."

"And so cold and blowy!" she added. "It seems a long time ago. I like
walking with you, Ramsey. You're so quiet and solid--I've always felt
I could talk to you just anyhow I pleased, and you wouldn't mind. I'll
miss these walks with you when we're out of college."

He chuckled. "That's funny!"

"Why?"

"Because we've only taken four besides this: two last year, and another
week before last, and another last week. This is only the fifth."

"Good gracious! Is that all? It seemed to me we'd gone ever so often!"
She laughed. "I'm afraid you won't think that seems much as if I'd liked
going, but I really have. And, by the way, you've never called on me at
all. Perhaps it's because I've forgotten to ask you."

"Oh, no," Ramsey said, and scuffed his shoes on the path, presently
explaining rather huskily that he "never _was_ much of a caller"; and he
added, "or anything."

"Well, you must come if you ever care to," she said, with a big-sister
graciousness. "The Dorm chaperon sits there, of course, but ours is
a jolly one and you'd like her. You've probably met her--Mrs.
Hustings?--when you've called on other girls at our old shop."

"No," said Ramsey. "I never was much of a--" He paused, fearing that he
might be repeating himself, and too hastily amended his intention. "I
never liked any girl enough to go and call on her."

"Ramsey Milholland!" she cried. "Why, when we were in school half the
room used to be talking about how you and that pretty Milla--"

"No, no!" Ramsey protested, again too hurriedly. "I never called on her.
We just went walking."

A moment