of the sudden gentleness, and moved his foot against hers again.
This time she did not draw away. They both stood very still for a few seconds.
Then, 'I've made something for you,' Felix said.
'You've made something for me?' she repeated, still gently.
He nodded.
'Why, what?'
'Oh, nothing you want.'
'Let me see it.'
'It's in the closet.' He left Sheilah then, and crossed the room, mumbling, 'It's no good. I did it just to pass the time. You don't have to take it. I don't go in for college life much—so I have to have something to do. It's no good. It's nothing anybody'd want' And he went all through his apologies still another time, when he came back to her with a big square package done up in white paper.
Sheilah took the package in her arms. He left her with it and went over to the window, and looked out. Her first soft exclamations came to him amidst the rustle of the wrapping paper.
'Why, Felix! How beautiful!' Then, after a pause, 'A box! With my name! And you made it! Why, I—I just can't say anything!' And she couldn't. There was a sudden tightening in her
