The courses in mathematics Catherwood did not fear; nor those in shop work; not the one in elocution, to be sure, for that was a snap; nor yet the two in political economy; indeed, those were rather fun. But history! Ugh!
The assistant professor turned in at the gate of his house next door, and as he vanished the scowl fled from Catherwood's brow and his face lighted.
He would drop in on the assistant professor within the week and call. Admirable! He wondered if the date might be anywhere reasonably near the birthday of one of his children. A box of sweets might work wonders; a china headed doll greater wonders. He marveled that the idea had never before occurred to him. And, too, he considered, there was the president.
The president!
Ah, that would be different. There were no little tads in the president's family. Then he quickly recalled having read in the 'Varsity News of the day before that the president was in the east and would not return until the thirteenth.
Three days after!
Futile—absolutely futile!
And Catherwood scowled again and stared out the window, idly twisting his trunk-check watch fob.
He saw the assistant professor's wife on the walk below with the little Mary.