A trifling incident renewed my resolve to continue as a student regularly enrolled....
Though considered a freak and nut, I was generally liked among the students, and liked most of them in turn....
They used frequently to say—"'s too bad Johnnie Gregory won't act like the rest of the world, he's such a likeable chap...."
As the boys came back to school I went about renewing acquaintances.
The afternoon of the day of the "trifling incident" I was returning from a long visit to Jack Travers and the Sig-Kappas.
It was about ten o'clock when I reached the river-bank opposite my island. There was a brilliant moon up. If daylight could be silver-coloured it was day.
I stood naked on the water's edge, ready to wade out for my swim back to my island. My clothes were trussed securely, for dryness, on my head.
A rustling, a slight clearing of the throat, halted me.
I glanced through a vista of bushes.
There sat a girl in the full moonlight. She had a light easel before her. She was trying to paint, evidently, the effects of the moon on the landscape and the river. Painters have since told me that it is impossible to do that. It is too dark to see the colours. Nevertheless the girl was trying.