"Is it possible you are going to put all this hard studying you have been doing for the last three and a half years into writing news items for a yellow journal? I'm disgusted." "But I only expected to start there----" began Molly. "And is that young idiot trying to persuade you that the sort of life he described--a wild carnival life of dissipation and restaurant dinners is the right life for you? I tell you he's mistaken. I should like to--to----" Molly's face was burning now. "I--I--I don't think it's any of your business," she burst out. At this astonishing speech the Professor came to himself with a start. "I beg your pardon, Miss Brown," he said. "I realize now that I entirely overstepped the mark. Good evening." "Miss Brown, shall we have the last dance together?" called Jimmy Lufton down the hall, and presently poor Molly, whirling in the waltz, wondered why her temples throbbed so and her throat ached. CHAPTER XVIII. TWO CHRISTMAS BREAKFASTS. Early Christmas morning a slender figure in faded blue corduroy could be seen hurrying up the road that led from the village to the college grounds. The frosty wind nipped two spots of red on her cheeks and under the drooping brim of her old blue felt hat her eyes shone like patches of sky in the sunlight. Where was Molly bound for at this early hour? The church bells were ringing out the glad Christmas tidings; the ground sparkled with hoar frost; but not a moment did she linger to listen to the cheerful clanging, or even to glance at the lonely vista of hill and dale stretched around her. Hurrying across the campus, she skirted the college buildings and presently gained the pebbled path that led to the old campus in the rear, flanked by a number of old red brick houses, formerly the homes of the professors. They were now used for various purposes: the college laundry; homes for the employees about the building and grounds and rooms for bachelor professors. Hastening along the path to the house where Professor Green was domiciled, Molly was thinking: "Only a year ago I had to make the same apology to him. Oh, my wicked, wicked temper! I am ashamed of myself." And now she had reached the old brick house and sounded the brass knocker with an eager rat-tat-tat. Presently she heard footsteps resound along the empty hall and the Irish housekeeper flung open the door. "Is Professor Green up yet?" Molly demanded. "And shure I've not an idea whether he be up or slapin'." "But can't you see?" "I cannot. It wouldn't be an aisy thing to do, I'm thinkin'." "And why not, pray? It must be his breakfast time. You have only to rap on his door. And it's very important." "And if it's so important, you'd better be after sendin' him a cable to the Bahamas, where the Professor is sunnin' himself at prisint." "Nonsense, Mrs. Brady, the Professor got back last night. I saw him myself. He must be up in his room now. Do go and see. You haven't cooked him a bit of breakfast, I suppose?"