Guy controlled an impulse to rush over and kiss her. He never loved her so much as when she bullied him like that, especially if her bullying, as often happened, followed a moment of contrition or self-abasement. “Well, it’s all right as a society. The best men in the class belong to it--that is,” Guy explained, with a blush, “a lot of the fellows are perfectly fine. Oh, I wish you could have come to my class day!” he broke out. “A lot of us, together in the gym--that is, the----” “Oh, I guess I know what the _gymnasium_ is!” Fanny snapped. “I suppose you had heaps of girls there!” “Oh, yes; heaps!” Guy continued, innocently. “All the fellows said that we had the prettiest----” “Stop!” Guy stopped, astonished. “I don’t want to hear about your pretty girls.” Fanny turned her head away, and Guy hesitated. Then she gave him a sidelong glance and one of her most amiable smiles. “Well, never mind,” she conceded. “Tell me about it--girls and all. You didn’t really care much for any of ’em, did you?” Guy met her look with a smile. “Well, I thought I did at the time, but I’ve changed my mind since.” Fanny kicked out her feet. “Oh, the poor things!” she exclaimed. “I suppose you made ’em think you’d never forget ’em. Well, anyhow there’s _one_ girl that’s on to you.” She clapped her hand to her mouth. “Oh, I’m glad dad didn’t hear me say that. He says if I don’t stop talking slang he’ll cut off my allowance. Well, now go on. Tell me some more about the Pudding. Why, of course, the _Hasty_ Pudding. I once went with Aunt Helen to some theatricals they gave in New York. That was three years ago. Did you ever take part in their theatricals?” Guy fairly beamed. “Did I? I was the _Princess_ in ‘The Princess and the Dwarf.’” “A girl’s part!” cried Fanny, with a woman’s horror at discovering even a remote suggestion of effeminacy in a man she likes. “Yes; why not? It was great sport.” “But why didn’t they let you be a man?” “Oh, they said I’d do better for a girl,” Guy replied, flushing. “You see, with my smooth face I could make up to look like a girl easily enough.” “It must have been kind of fun,” Fanny acknowledged. Then she asked: “Did you wear----?--did you?” Guy nodded. “It was awful getting ’em on. They made me hold my breath till I thought I’d nearly die. Then two of the fellows fastened ’em. I didn’t draw a comfortable breath the whole evening. Gee! It was fierce.” Fanny clapped her hands. “Oh, how I wish I could have seen you!” “I’ve got some of the pictures,” Guy remarked, tentatively. “Here?” Fanny exclaimed. “They’re up in my trunk somewhere.” “Oh, you mean thing! You’ve had ’em all this time and never showed ’em to me! Well, that’s just like a man! And you might have known I’d have given anything to see ’em.” “Well, I’ll bring ’em down to-morrow,” Guy promised. “And what else did you do in your old club?”