"She has an idea that colleges do things by magic; and I'm afraid she will find out that the wand didn't touch me." "You didn't need the wand's magic," he answered, "for you are a woman of genius." "Which sounds well, Mr.Harwood; no one ever used such words to me before! I've learned one thing, though: that patience and work will make up for a good many lacks.

There are some things I'm going to try to do." They loitered in the quiet paths of the campus.

"Bright College Years" followed them from the singers at the library.

If there's any sentiment in man or woman the airs of a spring night in our midwestern country will call it out.

The planets shone benignantly through the leaves of maple and elm; and the young grass was irregular, untouched as yet by the mower--as we like it best who love our Madison! A week-old moon hung in the sky--ample light for the first hay-ride of the season that is moving toward Water Babble to the strains of guitar and banjo and boy and girl voices.