his face. Nobody but his mother perceived that the taciturn youth had fallen deeply and painfully in love.

June came, and Marvin was invited once more to Wickford before his graduation. Apple blooms were past, but Jimmy’s mother on the porch looked like a bit of orchard herself, her shawl and hair so white, her thin cheeks so ruddy. She rose and greeted Marvin cordially, but put her hands behind her.

“My knuckles are worse than usual tonight.”

“That gives me a perfect excuse,” said Marvin, and kissed her.

Jimmy departed to look after his car, and Marvin seated himself.

“Dear lady, you’ll not be tried with me any more.”

“I can’t say that you’ve been a trial. You do shake hands too warmly sometimes, but you have been good for Jimmy. You have sometimes persuaded him to talk a little.”

“Talking isn’t Jimmy’s long suit. He is going to be a very great mechanical engineer and a very great business manager.”

“Marvin, don’t gush. He can’t possibly be an absent-minded inventor and a wide-awake business man at the same time.”

Marvin laughed.

“Jimmy isn’t absent-minded. There’s always something important going on inside his head.”

“Marvin, you admire him now, but there’s no telling how long it will last. Your affections are somewhat scattering. Don’t you ever think of concentrating them on some sweet girl?”

“On whom, for example?”

“You ought not to ask me that, but an old woman can’t help thinking what a superb pair you and Cynthia Flory would make.”

“That,” laughed Marvin, “would be a good deal like marrying a magnum of extra dry.” Then he picked up his bag and inquired, “Same room as usual?”

“Yes, and you may like to know there are other guests for dinner. Miss Coggeshall will be here presently with Gratia and Cynthia.”

“Hurray! I mustn’t leave Connecticut without kissing the most wonderful teacher that ever lived.”

And Marvin 

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