The professor of mathematics occasionally left on his blackboard Sylvia's demonstrations and pointed them out to his class as models worthy of their emulation.
Spring stole into the heart of the Wabash country and the sap sang again in maples and elms.

Lilacs and snowballs bloomed, and Professor Kelton went serenely about among his roses.

Sylvia passed her examinations, and was to be admitted to Wellesley without conditions,--all the Lane knew and rejoiced! The good news was communicated to Mrs.Owen, who wrote at once to Professor Kelton from the summer headquarters she had established on her farm in northern Indiana that just then required particular attention.

It ran:-- I want you to make me a visit.

Sylvia must be pretty tired after her long, busy year and I have been tinkering the house here a little bit so you can both be perfectly comfortable.