battered the door of her heart in vain. Women delude themselves so, for their greater conceit and peace of mind.
Cecily went home full of a strong resolve, and happy because Jock had sought her out to say good-bye at the station.
Jock forgot Molly as soon as she was away from his sight. A closed book, Molly. A book that had started well, and ended in a fashion that contented him, but proved too unbearably dull in the interim ever to be opened again. . . . Of Cecily he thought in occasional fugitive moments, during lectures, or when he was alone in his room. He wondered if his advice would be heeded, and if he had given her anything that would prove at all helpful. He very sincerely hoped that he had, but he rather doubted it now. Reminiscences of himself in the rôle of mentor struck him as humorous. He conjured up a vision of an inscription reading, "'Things a Young Girl Should Know,' by Jock Hamill," and chuckled greatly over it. "I had nerve! What do I know about it, for cat's sake? Why didn't I send her to some other girl to learn her stuff?" . . . He did not realize that no girl living could have made the impression on Cecily's mind that he had made.
After the first few days, he quite forgot her, also.
He was walking down Campus Street, feeling very merry. Yvonne had written that he might come to see her on Saturday, and all was right with the world. He whistled as he went along, and once he shied a
