He picked up his pen for a fresh paragraph.
"The new photos--added to those I had--have come in quite nicely. They
have just helped me entertain a couple of callers. Women have abounded
in these parts to-day: Mrs. Peck, scurrying about more than usual; an
aunt from home, getting away with her baggage--more than she needed to
bring; and then the two who have just gone. It all makes me feel like
wanting to take part in a track-meet or a ball-game--though, as I am
now, I might not last two minutes at either. The lady who called was
Mrs. Phillips. I thought she might as well know that you were coming.
Of course you are already invited, good and plenty, to her house. Look
in old music-books and see if you can't find 'Larboard Watch.' If it
turns out you can get away _before_ the holidays, come down and go out
with me to Freeford for Christmas. I have had some rather glum hours
and miss you more than ever. I have been within arm's length of one of
the University trustees (who can probably place me _now_!)--but I don't
know just how much that can be counted upon for, if for anything. Show
yourself,--that will help.
"B."
16
_COPE GOES A-SAILING_
Cope was himself in a few days. He set aside his aunt's counsel in
regard to a better regimen, as well as her more specific hints,
made in view of the near approach of rough weather, that he provide
himself with rubbers and an umbrella, even if he would not hear of a
rain-coat. "Am I made of money?" he asked. He gave a like treatment
to some intimations contributed by Medora Phillips during her call:
he met them with the smiling, polite, half-weary patience which a man
sometimes employs to inform a woman that she doesn't quite know what
she is talking about. He was presently in as active circulation, on
the campus and elsewhere, as ever. The few who looked after him at all
came to the view that he possessed more mettle than stamina. He had no
special fondness for athletics; he was doing little to keep--still less
to increase--a young man's natural endowment of strength and vigor.
Occasional tennis on the faculty courts, and not much else.
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