"No particular building represents the College. All these buildings are the College."

The umbrella said, "Humph! mighty queer!" and stared defiantly at the desk.

The breeze laden with sweet-scented hay then timidly asked if they would be allowed to walk around the College Yard, and seemed delighted to learn that such a liberty would most assuredly be allowed them. An idea crossed my mind; would they not need a guide? Doubtless! I would offer my services. I wished that I was better posted in the history of the College; but I could easily fill up the gaps by a little invention besides, the breeze laden with sweet-scented hay would teach me eloquence. I drew nearer to the party.

The umbrella just then broke out with a new attack on the people in town, and ended with an inquiry as to the possibility of getting into any of the buildings. The desk informed them that they could walk around the Library, and might possibly be able to get into Memorial Hall.

"Which is Memorial Hall?" asked the umbrella.

The desk took the party to the north window, and pointed a pencil in the direction of the Hall. I was about to step up and offer my services to show them the stately edifice, when the breeze laden with sweet-scented hay softly said, -

"O, yes; do you mean that house over there with a tower on it?"

I said, "Guide be blowed!" clapped my hat on my head, and fled.

F. H. W.