introduce you to some other girls. To
me, as to Dick, Miss Elton may be the bright particular star, but she is
not the only light."
So Miss Elton and Percival were left alone in the crowd.
"Madeline," said the young man, "does this getting through college make
you feel as though you had suddenly had your cellars taken away and
your attics left foundationless in space? The question is 'what next?'
That's what I used to ask you in the good old days when we played
mumbly-peg together. What shall we play now?"
"I know what I shall play. There is home, with mother enraptured to have
me at her beck and call again; and, of course, there are musical and
social 'does'. They are going to be such fun that I do not know if I
shall have room to tuck in a little study. But I suppose you must have a
harder game. Yes, you must."
"And are you so contented with the dead level? I fancied you were going
to be ambitious."
She turned her head and looked out through the narrow mullioned window
beside her as though to avoid his eyes, but she answered quietly:
"If I have any ambitions, they are not very imposing. Let's talk about
yours; or rather let's not talk about yours here. There are too many
people and too much Swami. We are out at the lake, at the old summer
home. Run out and dine with us to-morrow. Father is almost as anxious to
see you as I am. You know you are his chief consolation for the fact
that I am not a boy."
"Thanks. May I bring Norris? Not that I'm afraid of the dark by myself,
but that I really want you to know him."
"Bring him of course, Dick," she said without enthusiasm.
"And now do you suppose I can get you a cup of coffee or a sherbet?"
"Hush, I don't know whether anything so vivid is possible. I believe,
out of deference to Ram Juna, the refreshments are light almost to
Nirvana. You can't insult a man who lives on a few grains of rice by
making him watch the herd gorge on salads and ices, can you?"
"And do you really believe that great mountain of flesh was built out of
little grains of rice?"
"Mrs. Appleton--you remember her?"
"She has pounced on me already. She remembers that I waltz like a
dream."
"Dick," said Miss Elton scornfully, "don't make the mistake of
considering yourself a plum. Mrs. Appleton told me that the Swami feeds
on dew and flaming nebulae."
"Humph!" said Dick, "I think he's a big bronze fraud."
"Oh, come, men may be great without playing foot-ball," she laughed.
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