Arthur bowed to Madelene and somehow got out into the street. He was astonished at himself and at the world. He had gone drearily into that office out of a dreary world; he had issued forth light of heart and delighted with the fresh, smiling, interesting look of the shaded streets and the green hedges and lawns and flower beds. "A fine old town," he said to himself. "Nice, friendly people--and the really right sort. As soon as I'm done with the rough stretch I've got just ahead of me, I'm going to like it. Let me see--one of those girls was named Walpurga and one was named--Madelene--this one, I'm sure--Yes!" And he could hear the teacher calling the roll, could hear the alto voice from the serious face answer to "Madelene Schulze," could hear the light voice from the face that was always ready to burst into smiles answer to "Walpurga Schulze." But though it was quite unnecessary he, with a quite unnecessary show of carelessness, asked Del which was which. "The black one is Madelene," replied she, and her ability to speak in such an indifferent tone of such an important person surprised him. "The blonde is Walpurga. I used to detest Madelene. She always treated me as if I hadn't any sense." "Well, you can't blame her for that, Del," said Arthur. "You've been a great deal of a fool in your day--before you blossomed out. Do you remember the time Dory called you down for learning things to show off, and how furious you got?" Adelaide looked suddenly warm, though she laughed too. "Why did you ask about Dr. Schulze's daughters?" she asked. "I saw one of them this morning--a beauty, a tip-topper. And no nonsense about her. As she's 'black,' I suppose her name is Madelene." "Oh, I remember now!" exclaimed Adelaide. "Madelene is going to be a doctor. They say she's got nerves of iron--can cut and slash like her father." Arthur was furious, just why he didn't know. No doubt what Del said was true, but there were ways and ways of saying things. "I suppose there is some sneering at her," said he, "among the girls who couldn't do anything if they tried. It seems to me, if there is any profession a woman could follow without losing her womanliness, it is that of doctor. Every woman ought to be a doctor, whether she ever tries to make a living out of it or not." Adelaide was not a little astonished by this outburst. "You'll be coming round to Dory's views of women, if you aren't careful," said she. "There's a lot of sense in what Dory says about a lot of things," replied Arthur. Del sheered off. "How did the doctor say your hand is?" "Oh--all right," said Arthur. "I'm going to work on Monday." "Did he say you could?" "No, but I'm tired of doing nothing. I've got to 'get busy' if I'm to pull out of this mess."