By Jove, how I wished I could show her the lovely crimson pajamas Mastermann had sent me from China! But I would have to summon Jenkins to find them, and besides, it would be of questionable taste to present them to her attention. "Great idea, this, having pajamas in your college colors," she said. I thought so, too, as I noted admiringly the rich effect of her golden head above the black silk. But I thought the color a devilish odd one--somber, you know--for colors of a young girl's school. "My! my!" she murmured, "wouldn't I just love _to live_ in pajamas--just go about in 'em all the time, you know! Why can't we, I wonder?" Her face flashed me a ravishing smile; and while I was blinking over her question, she went on: "Funny how the girls even are taking to 'em--even Sis wears 'em!" She chuckled: "Hers are gray flannellette. But the girl I'm telling you about--_she_ don't; Sis told the mater about it. It seems that before she left China, some high muck-a-muck gave her governor a swell pair of silk ones--something like these, I guess, but I don't know of what color. But, anyhow, they were too delicate and fine to be wasted on an old stiff like that, and he had sense enough to know it. So he passed 'em down the line to her--Frances, you know. Well, sir--" Here she sidled to the table and half leaned, half perched, upon its edge; and I was so distracted watching her graceful poise and gestures, that I lost what she was saying, by Jove. It was her trill of laughter at something she had said, and the question: "Wasn't that funny?" that brought me back to what she was telling me. "Yes, sir--said she just scared her maid--oh, _batty_! Because she looked so ugly in 'em--that's what _she_ thinks, but of course--_shucks_! Anyhow, she never wore 'em any more, and a day or two later some coolie stole them--sold 'em probably." Suddenly she yawned, stretched her arms above her head, and flashed me a dazzling smile. By Jove, in the loose-fitting garments she looked for all the world like an Oriental houri, or some jolly lovely thing like that. "Gee, but I'm sleepy!" she said behind her little hand. "If you'll excuse me, Dicky, I believe it will be off to the springs--the bed springs, for little Frankie. Good night, then. See you in the morning." And with another radiant smile, she moved toward her room. "Good night," I said wistfully. By Jove, somehow I had hoped she would offer to kiss me, now that we were engaged in a way. But then, of course, it wouldn't do--she knew that. So ought I. Perhaps in the morning at the boat! And the door closed behind her. I stood blinking after her a moment; then I fixed my attention gloomily upon the cellarette. Poor little girl and her foolish--but adorably foolish--college bravado! Sorrowfully I locked the cellarette and dropped the key in my pocket.