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 chuckle and a sly glance, “we’ll be afther gettin’ our invitations soon.”

“An’ to what?” demanded the other quickly.

“Sure, they say it’s a weddin’.”

“Ah, now, hush yer noise, Mary Nolan; ’tis no such thing. I’ve had enough o’ husbands. I know when I’m doin’ well, an’ that’s as I am!”

“’Tis strange that the men sh’d think different, now, but they do!”

They laughed heartily and long. The German assistant looked at the broad backs meditatively. Just now they seemed to her more consistent than any other women in the great building.

She walked quickly across the greening campus. The close-set brick buildings seemed to press up against her; every window stood for some crowded, narrow room, filled with books and tea-cups and clothes and photographs—hundreds of them, and all alike. In her own room she tried to reason herself out of this