Pays all the bills,
'N I have all the fun."
Suddenly he remembered he was passing Divinity Hall, and broke off abruptly, raising his hat in apology.
"'Scuse me, no offense."
Then he considered anxiously:
"Mishtake—nothin' hilar-ious—might be Sunday." He tried to remember the day and could not. He stopped a laborer returning home with his bundle, and said ceremoniously:
"Beg your pardon, don't mean insult you, can you tell me what day the week it is?"
"Sure, me b'y," said the Irishman. "It's to-morrow."
"Thanks—sorry trouble you," said Stover, bowing. Then, pondering over the information, he started hurriedly on his way. "Knew it was late—must hurry."
When he came to the corner of the campus he raised his hat again to the chapel.