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.