Perhaps it was this indifference toward her and his apparent lack of interest in her sex that fed Elinor’s imagination and made her mind so active regarding this man, who he might be and what his chances in passing were. His monotonous pacing back and forth before her desk was beginning to prey upon the girl’s nerves and she ventured at length to interrupt. “Would you mind sitting down?” she asked in a crisp fashion, pointing to a chair. “You’re making me so nervous, I can’t work.” Lefty looked to the floor, shamefaced and acquiesced by slipping into the chair designated by the girl, glancing up at her sheepishly as he nervously toyed with the brim of his hat. As their eyes met, Lefty was greeted by a generous smile that seemed to give him confidence. Elinor returned to her work while the boy sat staring at the ceiling and pulling nervously at his hat. Completely forgetting his offense, he rose and again began to pace the room, from left to right. Elinor dropped her pen and shook her head just as their eyes met again. “How terribly alone he seems?” she thought at that moment, and her whole demeanor changed to one of friendliness and warmth. This gave Lefty confidence. He studied the girl intently for a moment and then, slowly crossed to the front of her desk, looking down upon her with anxious and hungry eyes. “Does it look like there’s anything the matter with me?” he questioned earnestly, “anything that might keep me from passing this flying examination?” “Well—er—nothing but your actions. You seem a trifle overanxious.” Lefty fumbled with his fingers and smiled nervously. “I—I am,” he admitted, pointing to the door leading into the major’s office. “How long does it usually take them to make up their minds whether a fellow does or doesn’t?” Elinor, somewhat amused and decidedly interested in this clean-cut, good-looking boy, suppressed a smile and replied bromidically: “Yes!” Lefty, failing to catch on to the girl’s trend of humor, took a step closer, earnestly pressing his questions. “My eyes are perfect. I’m not color blind,” he announced, gazing down at her in a manner that made the nurse uncomfortable. “You’re eyes are green—sure they are—and they’re pretty—too!” Elinor, slightly taken off guard, though good-naturedly embarrassed, fussed about the desk, attempting to be preoccupied as Lefty continued to demonstrate his physical fitness. “My teeth, my lungs—why, I’m kayo! I’ve played foot— I’m in great shape—splendid heart action—great——” Elinor, unable to restrain herself any longer, interrupted the boy in his serious discourse with a gay ring of laughter. “Honest—Miss—Miss——” “Nurse Martin!” she interrupted tactfully. “Nurse Martin!” he repeated after her. “Why are they keeping me here so long? They’ve passed all the rest!” “I don’t know,” she replied, reaching for her pen and proceeding to write out a report card. “I do wish, though, that you would sit down and calm yourself!”