“Indeed?” said the Rector.
Clarence was mistaken. The bright-eyed goddess was not done with him yet.
CHAPTER XIV
In which Clarence tells his story and gets the Reverend Rector to take a hand against the Bright-eyed Goddess.
“Suppose,” suggested the College President, as Clarence with a sigh of satisfaction came to an end of his meal, “you tell us your story.”
“It is a long one.”
“Wait till I come back,” implored the Infirmarian. “I want to hear it. I’ve been infirmarian in boarding college a great many years, but I’ve never yet seen any sick boy quite so healthy and with such an appetite as Clarence.”
“Thank you for the compliment, Brother. I often feel like apologizing for that appetite of mine.”
“Clarence,” said the Rector as the Infirmarian went off with the empty dishes, “have you any relations, besides your father and mother, living?”
“Just stacks of them, sir.”