Some weeks after I had seen him trying to steal that kiss, when I was one day working on the head and face, he came up to hear me demonstrate the facial muscles. The action of the muscles had got to be a kind of joke between us, still he always laid particular stress on that, persisting until I understood, and when practicable usually requiring me to illustrate the action. That day I had been dissecting out the _Orbicularis Oris_--the round muscle of the mouth. After I had described it and its relations, he asked smilingly, “And the action?” I replied that it was used to pucker the mouth, as in whistling, and--and (mischievously) in kissing--_if you can_. He blushed furiously, knowing then, positively, that I had, on that occasion, seen the girl slip out of his grasp. Assuming a mock dignity he said, “I have a mind to require you to illustrate the action--it is within my province, you know.” Then _I_ felt cheap, and blushed furiously, too. Later in the afternoon the Demonstrator himself came round and slyly asked if I was ready to demonstrate the action of the _Orbicularis Oris_ yet, so I knew the senior assistant had told him about it. We had been told that no parts of our subjects might be taken from the dissecting room--a necessary prohibition, as the College pledged itself to bury the skeletons intact. (The boys used to say it was so there would not be so much confusion on Resurrection Morn.) But each year students were intent on purloining a hand or a foot, or some part, as a souvenir. Because forbidden, of course I had this silly ambition, too. (We were on our honour, else it would have been easy.) I bethought me how I could get around the restriction: Our Anatomy said that sesamoid bones were small unimportant bones sometimes found in the tendons, not properly included as a part of the skeleton. The Demonstrator had urged us all to hunt for sesamoid bones, meaning, of course, the small adventitious ones that were a rarity. Herein I saw my chance: One day while working around the knee, as the Demonstrator stood watching me, I asked: “Doctor S----, have any sesamoid bones been found this year?” “No, I have heard of none.” “They are not properly a part of the skeleton, are they?” (Innocently) “Oh, no, no, they are very unimportant affairs--interesting only as anomalies,” he said pompously. “Then (demurely) I suppose I may keep all the sesamoid bones I find in my subject, mayn’t I?” He laughed and said, “Yes, you are welcome to all the sesamoid bones you find,” and started to walk away. “Thank you, Dr. S----,” I said, with ill-concealed triumph, “I’ll take this patella when I go home to-night.”