"Young great-eyed lady laugh at me mostly and I very uncomfortably." She brought out the big word with proud effort. "But how cruel! Why did she do it?" exclaimed Nance. Here Otoyo gave a delicious melodious laugh for the first time that evening. "She not like kindly gentlemanly friend to be attentionly to humble Japanese." "What was the gentleman's name, Otoyo?" asked Molly; and somewhat to her surprise Otoyo, who, as they were to learn later, never forgot a name, came out patly with: "Professor Edwin Green, kindly friend of honorable father." "Did the young lady call him 'Cousin'?" asked Nance in the tone of one who knows what the answer will be beforehand. "Yes," answered Otoyo Sen. "The same old Judith Blount," laughed Molly. And Nance recalled Judy's prophetic speech on the last day of college in June: "Can the le-o-pard change his spots?" Then the first stroke of the tower clock began to chime the hour of ten and they promptly conducted Otoyo to her bedroom with the caution that all lights must be out at ten, a rule she followed thereafter with implicit obedience. The next morning, Molly and Nance took Otoyo under their especial care. They introduced her to all the girls at Queen's, placed her between them at Chapel, showed her how to register and finally took her on a sight-seeing expedition. It turned out that through Professor Green her room had been engaged since early the winter before. Why he should have chosen Queen's they hardly knew, since Otoyo appeared to have plenty of money and might have lived in more expensive quarters. But Queen's he had selected, and that very evening he called on Mrs. Markham to see that his little charge was comfortably settled. Molly caught a glimpse of him as he followed the maid through the hall to Mrs. Markham's sitting room, and made him a polite bow. She felt somewhat in awe of the Professor of English Literature this winter, since she was to be in one of his classes, Lit. II, and was very fearful that he might consider her a perfect dunce. But Professor Green would not pass Molly with a bow. He paused at the door of the living room and held out his hand. "I'm glad to see you back and looking so well," he said. "My sister asked to be remembered to you. I saw her only yesterday." The Professor looked well, also. His brown eyes were as clear as two brown pools in the forest and there was a healthy glow on his face; but Molly could not help noticing that he was growing bald about the temples. "Too bad he's so old," she thought, "because sometimes he's really handsome."