"Were you ever in college?" asked Mrs. Wellington.
Armitage assumed a look of embarrassment.
"Yes," he said, "but unless you insist I had rather not say where or why I left."
Mrs. Wellington sniffed.
"I thought so," she observed drily. "What would you do for my sons?"
Armitage was on his favorite topic now.
"I 'd try to convince them that it pays to be strong and clean in mind and body—" he began earnestly, when a rustle of skirts and the click of footsteps at the threshold caused him to turn. Anne Wellington, in an embroidered white linen frock, stood framed in the doorway, smiling at them.
"Pardon me, mother," she said, "but I am in a dreadful fix." She glanced toward Armitage. "This is our new physical instructor, is it not?"
"He has applied for the position," said Mrs. Wellington, not altogether blithely.
"How fortunate—" began the girl and then stopped abruptly. "That is," she added, "if he can drive a car."