We three applicants were in turn called before the Faculty and questioned as to our past life and experience, our standing in college, and our dispensary work. Not having thought to supply myself with letters of recommendation, I was not a little disturbed when the other girls showed me theirs. My turn came last, and I was considerably awed on entering the room where the professors were congregated, even though the dear Dean, and Dr. “Conrad,” and the friendly professor in _materia medica_ were among the number. My work in the Post Office, and my two terms of country school-teaching were all I could think of when they asked me what I had to offer in the way of experience as to fitness for the position. Our humorous little chest professor, Dr. C----, could not resist a joke at my expense: “I see your standing in anatomy is 100 plus 1--ahem!--ah--just explain to me, won’t you, what this means? Does it mean that you know one more thing than Dr. Matson knows about anatomy--or one more thing than there _is_ to know?” I snickered at this, but quickly sobered and explained about the plus marks in quizzes counting on our final marks; and, his eyes twinkling, he professed his curiosity satisfied. Then some of the others put their queries, and finally they let me go. In the adjoining room we three sat in suspense while they talked us over, each of us dreading yet hoping to be the lucky one. Presently Dr. C---- came to us, no pleasantry now; he looked really uncomfortable; fidgeting at his collar and cuffs, and glancing from one to the other of us, he said apologetically that they were sorry there were not three positions vacant, so as to give us all a chance to demonstrate our ability, but--hm! hm!--since there was only one, they had decided in favour of--ah--Miss Arnold. I felt almost guilty at being chosen, but the other girls were very comforting, and the welcome the house-staff gave me, when I went downstairs, was cheering indeed. It was a great load off my mind--no more board to pay, to say nothing of other advantages. While the house-staff were questioning me as to the “grilling” I had received, the faculty meeting having dispersed, some of the professors dropped in the office. Dr. S----, in a charmingly facetious way, told the house officers why he voted for “Dr.” Arnold (with a low bow to me as he said that the title I was to earn next June was now mine by courtesy)--he had voted for her, he said, because she once brought him a “novel” patient from a prominent old school physician--no less a person than Dr. Oliver Wendell Holmes! Another spoke in a more serious vein--my work in the Post Office he thought ought to have helped me to learn adaptability; but the irrepressible little Dr. C---- said he had chosen me because even Dr. Matson was willing to concede that I was more than perfect in anatomy.