"Your father is right. I am not to be trifled with, Miss Janice Day."
"Why, Nelson! is something really wrong?" she asked him, and came a step nearer.
"As far as my future is concerned," said he, quietly, "it seems to be quite all right."
"Then the college——?"
"I have a letter, too," he said, pulling it out of his pocket.
This bait brought her to him. He thrust the letter into her hand, but he held onto that hand, too, and she could not easily pull away from him.
"What—what is it, Nelson?" she asked, looking at him for only a moment, and there dropping her gaze before his intense look.
"I've had a committee come to see me and look over my work at the
Polktown School."
"Oh, Nelson!"
"Now the secretary of the college faculty writes me the nicest kind of a letter. I've made good with them, Janice."