CHAPTER XVII.
HEROES AND HERO WORSHIPERS.
The next morning poor Molly slept late again. With all good intentions of waking early and going down stairs in time to see about her husband’s neglected breakfast, when morning came she did not stir. Mildred had given her another wakeful night after all, finding out more things about her little pigs. Finally the little monkey had given up and dropped off to sleep, and she and her doting mother were both dead to the world when the time came for Professor Green to go to lectures.
Again he gave instructions to Katy not to disturb the mistress and crept out of the house as still as a mouse. Breakfast had been a little better. Molly was rubbing off on Katy evidently. Just to associate with such a culinary genius as Molly must have its effect even on the worst cook in the world, which Katy surely seemed to be.
Coming across the campus, he ran into Billie McKym, Josephine Crittenden and Thelma Olsen. They looked very bright and rosy as they gave him a cheery good morning. Each carried a bundle. He wondered that they were going away from lecture halls instead of toward them. But after all, it was not his business to be the whipper-in for lectures. Wellington was a college and not a boarding school. If students chose to cut lectures, it was their own affair until the final reckoning.
“Just our luck to meet Epiménides Antinous!” cried Billie. “He should have been out of the house five minutes ago, at least.”
“His legs are so long he doesn’t have to start early,” declared Jo. “Just see him sprint!”
“I am certainly sorry to cut his lecture to-day,” sighed Thelma, “but this thing must be done.”
The Greens’ front door was never locked except at night, so the girls crept quietly in. Billie peeped into the kitchen, where she discovered Katy on her knees “scroobing” the part of the kitchen she could not finish the evening before, when Molly was so hard-hearted as to make her stop and prepare vegetables. Such a sea of suds!