"I know what they think; do you s'pose you have to _tell_ me!" He paused.

"I'm--I've got to go back now--hope I'm not rude--" He left the room hurriedly.

In the cool air outside, as he walked to his house, he exulted in his refusal to be helped.
"That _damn_ old fool!" he cried wildly.

"As if I didn't _know!_" He decided, however, that this was a good excuse not to go back to study hall that night, so, comfortably couched up in his room, he munched Nabiscos and finished "The White Company." ***** INCIDENT OF THE WONDERFUL GIRL There was a bright star in February.

New York burst upon him on Washington's Birthday with the brilliance of a long-anticipated event.
His glimpse of it as a vivid whiteness against a deep-blue sky had left a picture of splendor that rivalled the dream cities in the Arabian Nights; but this time he saw it by electric light, and romance gleamed from the chariot-race sign on Broadway and from the women's eyes at the Astor, where he and young Paskert from St.Regis' had dinner.