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The Vagabond

Feb. 7th. Up very betimes being vexed mightily by hammering and sawing noises below; and was much concerned lest it be those scoundrels meddling with the bell again. But soon did learn it be only workman replacing plaster in the Sanders Theatre. But Lord! I hope they do not come up to the Tower.

So I quick to dress and down the ladder which leads to the spiral attic and herein I did meet the clock-winder, and after many How Do You Do's I down two hundred more steps and finally to the Memorial Hall which, as all now do know, used to be a dining hall but now is used for military science and drilling and, just as bad, methinks, for examinations.

Thence, by the warden's office who after these many years still thinks I be one of the maintenance department; and thence into the main corridor which so early in the morning is colored in many stained lights; and beautiful it is! Whereupon, no sooner out the door I was much surprised to meet Mr. Durant and was sore at my heart lest he come for the rent; but no, he did come only to see how the workman progressed.

Whereupon I took occasion to tell him of the noise and that I could not sleep in the Tower this morning but, bless my soul, he was not aware that this be the Vagabond's home these twelve years past. Whereupon he told me he had not been in the Tower since he himself was a student here; whereupon I, very proud, did invite him to visit it again. And he says: "Let's go now." He being a good man I could not refuse.

So I, very honored, up 256 steps again - I have counted them many times - and on the way he did tell me many things which I was glad to learn: My Tower be exactly 200 feet high, 35 feet square. On a clear day it is possible to see even unto Wellesley (but this I knew); there bemuch buff sandstone in the Tower which comes from Nova Scotia; there be a reproduction of our John Harvard statue here all made of paper; but most important I did hear much of the men whom this Tower commemorates. This Hall does shine with famous names.

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Whereupon I did tell him things he did not know: That this Tower possessed magic charms: It be what you think it to be. Whereupon I showed him the wine barrel; the four poster; the stained glass windows; even the bats and the elves; and, but only for a moment, appeared the Old Woman. Alice, The Hatter, and, most real, the Dormouse!

Whereupon we both laughed and he, being cold, down again. But I do build a fire and read an old book and most appropriately did come upon: "What is Truth?"

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