“John does owe me ten, I think,” said he. “I say so,” declared Bertie. “When do you begin to remember again?” “After I got in again at the gate. Why did I get out?” “You fell out, man.” Billy was incredulous. “You did. You tore your clothes wide open.” Billy, looking at his trousers, did not see it. “Rise, and I’ll show you,” said Bertie. “Goodness gracious!” said Billy. Thus discoursing, they reached Harvard Square. Not your Harvard Square, gentle reader, that place populous with careless youths and careful maidens and reticent persons with books, but one of sleeping windows and clear, cool air and few sounds; a Harvard Square of emptiness and conspicuous sparrows and milk wagons and early street-car conductors in long coats going to their breakfast; and over all this the sweetness of the arching elms. As the gelding turned down toward Pike’s, the thin old church clock struck. “Always sounds,” said Billy, “like cambric tea.” “Cambridge tea,” said Bertie. “Walk close behind me,” said Billy, as they came away from the livery stable. “Then they won’t see the hole.” Bertie did so; but the hole was seen by the street-car conductors and the milkmen, and these sympathetic hearts smiled at the sight of the marching boys, and loved them without knowing any more of them than this. They reached their building and separated. V One hour later they met. Shaving and a cold bath and summer flannels, not only clean but beautiful, invested them with the radiant innocence of flowers. It was still too early for their regular breakfast, and they sat down to eggs and coffee at the Holly Tree. “I waked John up,” said Billy. “He is satisfied.” “Let’s have another order,” said Bertie. “These eggs are delicious.” Each of them accordingly ate four eggs and drank two cups of coffee. “Oscar called five times,” said Billy; and he threw down those cards which Oscar had so neatly written. “There’s multiplicity of the ego for you!” said Bertie. Now, inspiration is a strange thing, and less obedient even than love to the will of man. It will decline to come when you prepare for it with the loftiest intentions, and, lo! at an accidental word it will suddenly fill you, as at this moment it filled Billy. “By gum!” said he, laying his fork down. “Multiplicity of the ego. Look here. I fall out of a buggy and ask--” “By gum!” said Bertie, now also visited by inspiration. “Don’t you see?” said Billy.