It's unaccountable that there should be so much music in a sophomore--or maybe that's a fraternity affair--Sigma Chi or Delta Tau or Deke.

Or mayhap those lads wear a "Fiji" pin on their waistcoats; I seem to recall spring hay-rides as an expression of "Fiji" spirit in my own days at Madison, when I myself was that particular blithe Hellenist with the guitar, and scornful of all Barbarians! Sylvia was a woman now.

AEons stretched between to-night and that afternoon when she had opened the door for Harwood in Buckeye Lane.

His chivalry had been deeply touched by Mrs.Owen's disclosure at the bank, and subsequent reflection had not lightened the burden of her confidence.

Such obscurities as existed in the first paragraph of the first page of Sylvia's life's record were dark enough in any circumstances, but the darkness was intensified by her singular isolation.