"Why, you see, I've been grinding pretty hard, and -

"Stop!" cried Miss Digge, bitterly. "Grinding hard, indeed! You are not even with the majority of your class on the list for Commencement parts. Our servant-girl has seen you several times on the late car. That is the way you spend your time, you dreadful boy!"

"You don't understand," pleaded Mashem.

"The marking system is a humbug; the college papers say so. It is a mistake to study. I am an epicurean College happiness is the summum bonum. There is nothing more delightful than smoking a cigarette in a Holworthy window-seat, or drifting lazily upon the beautiful bosom of the Charles while the wavelets wash and wander about your shell."

"Oh, if you could only love, you wouldn't say that!" cooed the fond one. Her head drooped as though it would sink upon his shoulder; her eyelashes trembled in suspense; her hand clutched at space.

"If she were only pretty, now," sighed Mashem. But he said that he had an engagement, and began to hunt for his hat.

"Going, going!" she moaned. "How stupid these men are! They never can understand. I'll hie me to my Greek."

W.