"  If  I  did  n't  know  they  fed  you  well  at  the
training-table,"  put  in  Terence  Golatly,  slap-
ping the  soles  of  Hart's  feet  with  the  handle
of  a  tennis  racket,  "  I  should  say  that  you  had
the  same  thing  that  was  the  matter  with  the
little  bird  who  sang  '  Tit  Willow,  Tit  Willow,
Tit  Willow,' — love,  or-er-indigestion."

"  He  's  ashamed  of  the  way  he  treated  that
big  right  guard  from  Lafayette  yesterday,"  said
Simeon  Tolker  Congreve.  "  You  were  awfully
rude,  Pop,  and  if  I  were  you  I  should  write  a
letter  of  apology."

Again  Hart  smiled.  The  day  before  he  had
played  his  first  game  on  the  'Varsity  eleven
(although  he  had  been  riding  in  "that  she-
bang "  for  the  past  week)  and,  making  use  of
a  college  expression,  in  the  game  referred  to,
the  big  freshman  had  "  everlastingly  torn  his
shirt," — which  means  that  he  had  accomplished
everything  expected  of  him  and  a  little  bit
more  ;  but  there  was  something  on  his  mind
and  this  was  a  fact.  It  was  nothing  very  tan-
gible as  yet,  and  certainly  nothing  that  he
could  talk  about,  being  merely  this  :


1 1 8  A  Princetonian.
