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“I did mean something more like that, Babe,” Betty explained. “But I think Mary’s idea is lovely too.”

“Well, why can’t we do both?” asked Katherine.

“We certainly can,” declared Mary. “One comes under the wording of the name just as much as the other, though I fancy that Betty’s idea is more useful. The anti-snob spirit is certainly needed in this college, and I hope ‘The Merry Hearts’ will show a lot of it. Now I appoint Babe and Roberta pin committee, and Madeline special lecturer on the Bohemian spirit. You can write it up for the ‘Argus’ too, Madeline. I’m always wanting essays for my department. And now I’m happy to say that the next business of this meeting is to eat up the rabbit.”

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It was a breathless Indian summer day. Every window in number ten Main Building was open, but there was never a breeze to stir the heavy air or break the spell of delicious languor that hung over the class in “English Essayists of the Nineteenth Century.” The new associate professor in English had the course. His name was John Elliot Eaton, after which he could write several mystic combinations of letters, indicating his high rank in the world of scholarship. He was lecturing this hot morning in his rapid, jerky fashion that made note-taking almost an impossibility. He did not seem to mind the weather in the least; if anything he talked faster and more eloquently than usual. Presently he came to a sudden halt, and glancing ominously at the clock made a dreaded announcement.