etreating. "I mean, aside from all that, why, I
just thought maybe after such an evening you'd feel as a gentleman you
ought to go and ask about her health."

"Now, see here--"

"No, I mean it; you ought to," Fred insisted, earnestly, and as
his roommate glared at him with complete suspicion, he added, in
explanation. "You ought to go next Caller's Night, and send in your
card, and say you felt you ought to ask if she'd suffered any from the
night air. Even if you couldn't manage to say that, you ought to start
to say it, anyhow, because you-- Keep off o' me! I'm only tryin' to do
you a good turn, ain't I?"

"You save your good turns for yourself," Ramsey growled, still advancing
upon him.

But the insidious Mitchell, evading him, fled to the other end of the
room, picked up his cap, and changed his manner. "Come on, ole bag o'
beans, let's be on our way to the 'frat house'; it's time. We'll call
this all off."

"You better!" Ramsey warned him; and they trotted out together.

But as they went along, Fred took Ramsey's arm confidentially, and said,
"Now, honestly, Ram, ole man, when _are_ you goin' to--"

Ramsey was still red. "You look here! Just say one more word--"

"Oh, _no_," Fred expostulated. "I mean _seriously_, Ramsey. Honestly, I
mean seriously. Aren't you seriously goin' to call on her some Caller's
Night?"

"No, I'm not!"

"But why not?"

"Because I don't want to."

"Well, seriously, Ramsey, there's only one Caller's Night before
vacation, and so I suppose it hardly will be worth while; but I expect
you'll see quite a little of her at home this summer?"

"No, I won't. I won't see her at all. She isn't goin' to be home this
summer, and I wouldn't see anything of her if she was."

"Where's she goin' to be."

"In Chicago."

"She is?" said Fred, slyly. "When'd she tell you?"

Ramsey turned on him. "You look out! She didn't tell me. I just happened
to see in the _Bulletin_ she's signed up with some other girls to go and
do settlement work in Chicago. Anybody could see it. It was printed out
plain. You could have seen it just as well as I could, if you'd read the
_Bulletin_."

"Oh," said Fred.

"Now look here--"

"Good heavens! Can't I even say 'oh'?"

"It depends on the way you say it."

"I'll be careful," Fred assured him, earnestly. "I really and honestly
don't mean to get you excited about all this, Ramsey. I can see myself
you haven't changed from your old opinion of Dora Yocum a