At this moment there came another sharp rap on the door, and Professor Jenks started as if he had been struck.
"Somebody is knocking," he said.
"Rocking?" smiled Nancy. "Then take the rocking-chair. I like to rock myself pritty well."
"Somebody is knocking—knocking at the door!" cried the professor, in his high falsetto.
"Oh, somebody knocking. I will see who it is. Mrs. Jones doesn't always hear 'em. I sometimes think she is ruther hard of hearing."
As she fluttered out of the room, the professor gasped:
"I'm in a perfect sweat already! I'd rather face a battery! I wonder if she will propose? It's leap year, and she may."
Then he suddenly started to his feet, with an exclamation of surprise and anger, for he heard Professor Scotch's hoarse voice in the hall.
"Confound it!" exclaimed Jenks. "What's brought him here to-night? I don't understand this."
In came Nancy, and Professor Scotch was close behind her.