"Will not stand crushing. I know it, and how sweet you look in that soft gray. But I thought you were at Cambridge." "Oh, no, I was not invited to the feast of reason this morning. I am going out merely for the frivolities of the afternoon. I forgot to write you that I had promised your mother I would call for you. I realized my oversight only as I started. Perhaps you have made other plans?" "I have been too busy for plans. Mamma forgot to tell me you were coming. An hour ago I thought I was too busy to go to Cambridge, but now--it just delights me to think of going with you." The ride in an open car over the long bridge soothed Martine. She almost forgot that she had been tired. When Mrs. Redmond drew from her the story of her recent responsibilities, the young girl made light of the difficulties that had beset her. She was always happy with Mrs. Redmond, and the latter's quick understanding of her present trials lessened the trials themselves. When they reached Harvard Square, Martine's spirits rose. "There's no doubt I love a crowd," she said. "This makes me think of a country fair, only the people are better dressed, and there are no fakirs." "My dear child--a country fair!" "I mean the atmosphere is somewhat the same--oh, there are Amy and Fritz." Somewhere from the crowd pouring out from one of the smaller college gates, Amy and Fritz were approaching the spot on the sidewalk where Martine and Mrs. Redmond were standing. "I am delighted to see you, children," said Mrs. Redmond. "I was secretly wondering where we should go next--to Fritz' rooms or to the Pudding." "Oh, to the Pudding at once," responded Fritz; "you are none too early. As for Amy--" "I shall never dare look a strawberry in the face again. Early as it is, I have already eaten so many, and, oh, mamma, it is all so delightful. Fritz and I have already been at the Pudding, and now we'll go back with you." At this point Mrs. Redmond interfered. She assured Fritz that she and Martine were quite able to take care of themselves. "It is the Senior's day," she said; "and Martine and I are here only incidentally. One of us is too old, and the other too young--almost too young--to be exacting about Class Day. Martine's best time will come when Lucian graduates." "Run, Amy," exclaimed Martine. "It's delightful to see you and Mr. Tomkins getting on so well. You usually try to send him away somewhere; but now you are ready to go where he goes, and so your mother and I won't detain you for even a minute." "Let us hurry, then," said Amy, turning to Fritz. "If Martine is in one of her mischievous moods, we cannot tell when she will stop teasing." "At my rooms at four," cried Fritz, as he and Amy left the others at the entrance to the Pudding spread.