“What about our benefactors’ opinion of the affair?”
“Under the circumstances, he or she ought to take a sane view of the matter. We have done nothing of which we should be ashamed. Don’t worry about it.”
With these words Patricia ran up the steps, and Jack strolled to the Frat House thinking what a sensible girl Patricia was, and what a good pal.
A most amusing account of their escapade came out in the morning’s paper, and the college world rocked with merriment. Patricia and Jack were bombarded with jokes, questions, congratulations, and cartoons.
The next day Jack and Patricia met on the stairs leading to their Shakespeare classroom.
“I got a queer note,” began Patricia.
“So did I.”
“What did yours say?” asked Patricia eagerly.
“‘Keep out of police stations in the future.’”
“So did mine; but, some way, it didn’t seem cross.”