"Thank God," he said, "that six-foot Professor Challis will never get me, anyway."
She bent her adorable face close to his.
"Your excellency," she murmured, "I am Professor Challis!"
At that instant a pretty and excited suffragette dashed up the stairs and saluted.
"Professor," she cried, "all over the city desirable young men are being pursued and married by the thousands! We have swept the State, with Brooklyn and West Point yet to hear from!" Her glance fell upon the Governor; she laughed glee-fully.
"Shall I call a taxi, Professor?" she asked.
An exquisite and modest pride transformed the features of Professor Betty Challis to a beauty almost celestial.
"Let George do it," she said tenderly.
