"You have walked too fast, Miss Olmstead; there is no such hurry these sunny mornings."
"It isn't that, sir; I—it is not agreeable crossing the campus."
"Ah!" with a lift of the eyebrows and a quizzical look at the lovely disturbed face before him. "I can well believe it! Well, there's a better way, if you would like to try it; at least a more secluded one," giving her a keen glance. "When you come down College Avenue, watch till you see a large brown house with a tower, and a porch with heavy pillars"—
"Oh, yes, sir; and a deep green lawn in front; I've often noticed it."
"Very well," smiling agreeably, "that's my home. Turn in at the carriage-drive, and follow it until you see an opening in the hedge; go through, and keep to the little foot-path; it will bring you here, for it's my own private way."
"Thank you," said Sara, "I will be very glad to use it," and seated herself at her desk in the business-like way she was acquiring, much to the professor's secret amusement.
That noon, as he sat opposite his wife at table, he said,—
"Marian, I want you to look out of the window about a quarter past one, and you will see a rara avis."
"Goodness! Henry, you're not having any of those horrid dinornis things brought to the house, are you?"
He laughed.