"What am I to do, pray?" asked she; "pose as Professor of Domestic Economy?"
"This is a bird of a josh on the house," he cried. "You'll come in on it, won't you?"
"Plans first, before I commit myself. You might want me to elope in a buggy."
"Never again!" declared Pellams; "my idea is, why can't we pretend to have a case on each other—not any passing fancy, but a real peacherino, like the best of them?"
Somewhat to his surprise, the girl was not visibly enthusiastic.
"Just how do I profit, please, if I butcher myself to make your Roman holiday?"
"You can die happy, knowing we've pulled their le—bluffed 'em beautifully. You're down on love-affairs yourself, you told—"
"Your philosophy of heaven includes a josh on the other fellow, I verily believe," returned Katharine, smiling; "but it is just possible, you know—shall I be very frank?"
"You have been, before!"
"Well, then, I might, you know, prefer the society of some other men in college to the exclusive privilege of yours, even with this wonderful josh thrown in."