“Thank you, Katty,” Larry gulped. “I’ll never forget—never—good-bye.”
“Good-bye,” said Katsura, shaking his hand firmly. “Is it nothing I can help?”
“Nothing,” said Larry thickly, turning away, leaving Katsura gazing sadly after him.
He hurried out into the late afternoon sunshine and across the campus to where a bevy of girls fluttered around a waiting automobile. They waved the Cascade colors and set up a shrill cheer as he approached—a cheer that ended in a burst of laughter. Hat in hand, he walked directly to Helen Baldwin.
“Oh, Larry!” she said, “it was glorious, it was magnificent—why what is the matter?”
“Walk with me a little way,” he said. “I came to tell you.”
“It is bad news then,” she said petulantly as they drew apart from the others. “I knew Mr. Lawrence would not consent.”
“He refused,” said Larry. “I defied him. I told him we would not take a penny of his money.”
“How foolish of you,” she said lightly. “You should not have quarreled with him.”
“But we could not accept charity,” he protested. “You must stand it until I can come back and support you.”