“Say,” he pleaded, “you couldn’t just run over these reports of mine on your typewriter, could you, Priddy. I’m back about a dozen, and must have them in to get passing marks. It would be such a help!”
“Unfortunately, what with sermons, two prize essays on which I am working, and my own studies, Sanderson, I haven’t a spare minute!”
“Then I’ll have to root out some freshman and give him the job, though a freshman’s so uninformed! Why, I asked one of ’em to just scribble a two-page description of Jane Austen’s ‘Pride and Prejudice’ and it took the idiot most a week to do it, and I don’t think it can be hard reading, from what the Prof. said about it. Now if I’d had time, I could have read it in a night!”
“Same old Sanderson,” I muttered. “I don’t know how you’d get through without help!”
“Well,” he retorted, “since you brought your wife and boy to town, you’ve done mighty little for me, eh?”
“Oh, you’ll take care of yourself,” I replied.
“Well,” he winked, “I have been lucky, lately. Jimmy’s stuck by me!”
“Who’s your latest benefactor, ‘Jimmy?’” I enquired.
“He’s a medic. who rooms across the campus. The nicest man you ever met: patient—oh, so patient, and motherly—oh, so motherly!”
“Motherly?”