"Come and hear what the astrologer has to say," urged Nelson, yet without his customary lightness of speech and look. He was still very serious.
"I don't know," she said, slowly, hesitating in her approach. "I am almost afraid of you in this mood. Daddy says when a young man begins to act like he was really seriously grappling with life, look out for him!"
"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 then 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."