"Harvard?" she repeated, bewildered.
"Yes; I was 1907."
"You!"
He looked down at his white overalls, smiling.
"Does that astonish you, Miss Carr?--you are Miss Carr, I suppose----"
"Sybilla--yes--we're--we're triplets," she stammered.
"The beauti--the--the Carr triplets! And you are one of them?" he exclaimed, delighted.
"Yes." Still bewildered, she sat there, looking at him. How extraordinary! How strange to find a Harvard man pasting paper! Dire misgivings flashed up within her.
"Who are you?" she asked tremulously. "Would you mind telling me your name. It--it isn't--George!"
He looked up in pleased surprise: