"I am sure," said Kibosh, leading a tall new arrival among us, "that Professor Camillo Cottsill needs no introduction here. We all welcome the man who has said the last word on—the last word on—on—well, now, really, it escapes me, Professor," he finished, turning his wide, gentle smile upon the newcomer, who glared at him angrily, and announced with unnecessary loudness:—
"Nostalgia in the Lobster."
"Thank you, Professor," said Kibosh; "thank you kindly. I think lunch is now awaiting us in the House of Bread."
After brief preparation in the rooms assigned to us, we lunched with the students; and, as I passed down the hall, I saw Totts and Egghorn signing their respective volumes for Miss Appleby.
Professors Totts and Egghorn signing their respective works.
"So quickly unpacked?" I asked her.
"Dear, no!" she returned. "Professor Willows easily bought them for me at the University Book Shop."
"I have but one complaint against your exquisite deceit," I said to her. "Why did you leave me out?"