"I'll tell you something," he whispered, chuckling desperately. "'Gene made me unpack his trunk, and I don't believe he's as great a man at college as he is here. I opened one of his books, and some one had written in it, 'Prigamaloo Bantry, the Class Try-To-Be'! He'd never noticed, and you ought to have heard him go on! You'd have just died, Ariel--I almost bust wide open! It was a mean trick in me, but I couldn't help showing it to him." Joe's object was obtained. She stopped crying, and, wiping her eyes, smiled faintly. Then she became grave. "You're jealous of Eugene," she said. He considered this for a moment. "Yes," he answered, thoughtfully, "I am. But I wouldn't think about him differently on that account. And I wouldn't talk about him to any one but you." "Not even to--" She left the question unfinished. "No," he said, quietly. "Of course not." "No? Because it wouldn't be any use?" "I don't know. I never have a chance to talk to her, anyway." "Of course you don't!" Her voice had grown steady. "You say I'm a fool. What are you?" "You needn't worry about me," he began. "I can take care--" "'SH!" she whispered, warningly. The music had stopped, a loud clatter of voices and laughter succeeding it. "What need to be careful," Joe assured her, "with all that noise going on?" "You must go away," she said, anxiously. "Oh, please, Joe!" "Not yet; I want--" She coughed loudly. Eugene and Mamie Pike had come to the window, with the evident intention of occupying the veranda, but perceiving Ariel engaged with threads in her sleeve, they turned away and disappeared. Other couples looked out from time to time, and finding the solitary figure in possession, retreated abruptly to seek stairways and remote corners for the things they were impelled to say. And so Ariel held the porch for three dances and three intermissions, occupying a great part of the time with entreaties that her obdurate and reckless companion should go. When, for the fourth time, the music sounded, her agitation had so increased that she was visibly trembling. "I can't stand it, Joe," she said, bending over him. "I don't know what would happen if they found you. You've GOT to go!" "No, I haven't," he chuckled. "They haven't even distributed the supper yet!" "And you take all the chances," she said, slowly, "just to see her pass that window a few times." "What chances?" "Of what the Judge will do if any one sees you." "Nothing; because if any one saw me I'd leave." "Please go." "Not till--" "'SH!" A colored waiter, smiling graciously, came out upon the porch bearing a tray of salad, hot oysters, and coffee. Ariel shook her head. "I don't want any," she murmured. The waiter turned away in pity and was re-entering the window, when a passionate whisper fell upon his ear as well as upon Ariel's. "TAKE IT!" "Ma'am?" said the waiter.