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178 shiver, for the evening had turned cool and the water was not yet right for bathing.

"Here, take my cloak for him!" exclaimed Miss Tyler, impulsively holding out a thin wrap which was more for appearance than utility. "It will keep him warm."

"It will ruin it," declared Tom. "I'm as wet as a rat."

"No matter!" cried the girl imperiously, and she tried to wrap it about Tom's shoulders.

"Here are some sweaters," said the more practical Kindlings. "Now run up to the infirmary, Tom, get into a hot bath and throw some hot lemonade into you."

Tom prepared to start off and Miss Tyler had taken back her cloak. She went closer to Tom.

"I'm awfully sorry. It was all on my account," she said. "I hope you will be all right."

"Su—sure I'll—I'll be all—all right," declared Tom, though his teeth chattered in spite of himself, for he had sustained a nervous shock.

"I'll inquire for you to-morrow," she added with a smile as she turned aside.

"I say, old man, I'm afraid I pushed you in, but I didn't mean to—'pon my soul!" exclaimed Langridge earnestly as he edged up to Tom.

"All—all right—it doesn't matter—now," answered Tom, and then his chums rushed him up to the college, where a warm bath and drinks were