thing be lost.'"

"Mamma! I had forgotten that," exclaimed Walter, blushing vividly.

"A poor excuse, my son," she replied. "'Remember all the commandments of
the Lord, and do them.' Those are his own words given to Moses to speak
unto the Children of Israel. Jesus was and is God; therefore what he
commanded is the command of God. And since he had just proved his
ability to create abundance of food, his command to avoid waste must
have been given for the benefit of his hearers; and can you think he
would have approved of the waste of good, nourishing food of which you
have just been telling?"

"No, mother; I am convinced that it was not right; that it was, in fact,
wicked waste. I must own that I had a share in it; but I promise you I
will never be guilty of the like again. It does seem very wrong when one
thinks of the multitudes of people in different parts of the world who
are actually starving."

"Yes, I hope you will be more thoughtful in future--will use your
influence against such objectionable sport; surely bright young men and
boys should be capable of finding or making better or less blameworthy
fun. You may feel assured, however, that your mother is interested in
all that interests you. So if you have anything more to tell of your
college experiences we will be glad to hear it."

"You found the Sophs rather domineering, didn't you?" asked Herbert.

"About as much so as they dared to be, I should say," laughed Walter.
"For instance, they won't let the Freshes wear white duck trousers till
some time in May. Nor will they allow them to wear the colours gold and
black till just at the close of their Freshman year."

"Well, that is tyranny!" exclaimed Lucilla, "and if I were a Freshman I
wouldn't stand it."

"Ah! but if you didn't you might have something worse to stand," laughed
Walter. Then he went on, "I must tell you about the cane spree. They
have it at the time of the first full moon. The players are three men
from each class--one light-weight, one middle, and one heavy-weight. The
students of all classes gather in a circle around them to watch the
sport. First the light-weights try a tussle for the cane; then the
middles, and lastly the heavys. It is not so much strength as skill that
wins, and the victors keep their canes as trophies, and are proud to
show them for the rest of their lives."

"Well, really," laughed Maud Dinsmore, "it does not strike me as
anything worth taking particular pride in