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 "That's her. Who is she, anyway? I've noticed that picture before, but I never heard Jock say anything."

"Oh, well, you know how he is—mum's his middle name. He never said anything to me either except to tell me her name—Yvonne Mountford—but he's certainly looked a bookfull." Bones' eyes fell from the picture to the desk where the note from Eunice lay, a somehow flamboyant black-and-white square on the worn green blotter. "Humph!" he sneered at it under his breath.

A few minutes later Jock came in. They heard him approaching, whistling a tune—one of those modern tunes about blisses and kisses and happiness-this-is—and they winked jovially at one another. A college boy loves to tease, and here would be a rare distinguished opportunity, They rose simultaneously as Jock entered and they shook his hand with solemn and silent gusto.

"Gentlemen, I thank you," he said, equally solemn. "I do indeed. Your greeting warms the cockles of my heart, e'en while it bewilders me." He shrugged himself out of his coat and stood regarding them quizzically. "Have I been elected Dean of the college? I knew it was only a question of time"

"Jock," interrupted Pink softly, "what kind of an afternoon did you have?"

Jock smiled, and rolled his eyes heavenward, overemphasizing the rapture he felt to the point where it seemed caricature. "Ah!" he sighed. "You should ask me!"

"Where's the momma?" Bones wanted to know.

"She's gone back to New York, worse luck."

Pink burst into song. That red-head gal, la-deda, la-de-da, she's got me worr-ried— He subsided,