an asylum and NOT a university."

Sam was hugely delighted. "That's football," he declared. "I will admit
that no one but lunatics like Crawford here play football. Hockey, now,
is different. I play hockey."

Crawford seemed surprised.

"Do you?" he asked, with eager interest. "No one has ever guessed it,
not even the coach. You shouldn't keep it a secret from HIM, Sam."

Miss Pease, having been invited out that day, was not present at dinner.
After the coffee was served the irrepressible Sam proposed a walk.

"You won't care to go, Cousin Emily," he said, "but I'm sure Mary will.
It is a fine afternoon and she needs the air. Crawford isn't much of a
walker; he can stay and keep Cousin Emily company. We won't be long."

Before Mary could decline this disinterested invitation Mrs. Wyeth saved
her the trouble.

"Thank you, Samuel," she said, crisply. "Your kindness is appreciated,
particularly by Mr. Smith and myself. I can see that he is delighted
with the idea. But Mary and I are going to the afternoon service at the
Arlington Street church. So you will have to excuse us."

This should have been a squelcher, but it was not. Sam announced that he
and Crawford would go with them. "We were thinking of going to church,
weren't we, Crawford? It is just what I suggested, you remember."

Mrs. Wyeth said "Humph," and that was all. She and Mary went to their
rooms to get ready. Sam, surprised at the unexpected success of his
sudden inspiration and immensely tickled, chuckled in triumph. But his
joy was materially lessened when the quartette left the house.

"These sidewalks are too narrow for four," declared Mrs. Wyeth. "Samuel,
you may walk with me. Mary, you and Mr. Smith must keep close at our
heels and walk fast. I never permit myself or my guests to be late at
church."

During the walk Crawford asked a number of questions. How long had his
companion been in the city? How long did she intend staying? Did she
plan returning to the school for another year? Where would she spend the
Christmas vacation? Mary said she was going home, to South Harniss, for
the holidays.

"It's a bully old place, Cape Cod," declared Crawford. "I never had a
better time than I did on that visit at Sam's. Wish I were going there
again some day."

"Why don't you?" asked Mary.

The young man shook his head. "Orders from home," he said. "Father
insists on my coming home to him the moment the term closes. I made that
visit to Sam's on my