"You must remember, Miss Naylor, that in the long waits between courses, the undergraduates who board here have a fine chance to study these windows, with their lessons of patriotism and valor. This food for reflection goes a long way toward making them forget the real nature of the food served here--" "Come, come, Robert! Remember you are talking to a Yale girl, and not an ingenuous Harvard maiden. We must not have derogatory reports get abroad." But Elinor and Martine had no intention of wasting their time listening to Robert's nonsense, and were now pushing through the doors into the transept. "The real Memorial is here," said Elinor, reverently, passing from one tablet to another, on which were inscribed the names of those Harvard men who fell in the Civil War. [Illustration: "'The real Memorial is here,' said Elinor, reverently, passing from one tablet to another."] "A short life hath Nature given to man, but the remembrance of a life nobly rendered up is eternal!" she murmured, translating one of the inscriptions on the wall. "Oh!" sighed Martine. "How wonderful that you can translate Latin at sight! I have taken a tremendous fancy to Latin, but now I'm only in the beginning of Virgil, and I have to look up every other word, and you are not much older than I." In her admiration for Elinor's ability, she wondered if Elinor had realized the prejudice she had felt when they started on their drive. How strange that in a few hours her feeling toward anyone should change so completely. Lucian and Robert, slightly bored by the girls' interest in the inscriptions, walked to the door, where they almost ran into Brenda, Fritz, and the rest of the party, who had been strolling through the Yard. "Your vehicles are here!" cried Fritz. "They are just around the corner--" "Good enough," responded Lucian. "It's rather boresome taking visitors around Memorial--Oh, they won't hear!" he concluded, as Brenda raised a warning finger. "Come, Martine," he cried in a louder voice, "we are all waiting." Reluctantly Elinor and Martine turned toward the others. Each had just made the discovery that her companion was a very entertaining girl. "Who's going in the auto?" asked Lucian. "Oh, Elinor and I, certainly." Martine was some distance ahead of Elinor. "But I thought that was why you scorned the auto coming out to Cambridge--because you didn't wish to ride with Elinor." "Oh, everything is changed now. She is one of the most charming girls." "Then she has forgiven you for knocking her down and hitting her with your umbrella?" "Why, we haven't even spoken of it, though she knows that I know that she--" "Come, girls, tumble in!" cried Lucian, and Lucian had so many remarkable Harvard tales to tell as they speeded along that neither had time to refer to the rainy-day episode and their first strange meeting. CHAPTER III PRISCILLA'S PRIDE "Why, I never lose my temper! What do you mean?"