"Heavings!" says I. "Do you have relays of 'em? I'm referrin' to the stocky-built young Romeo that picked you up at the door last night."
"Oh, yes," says she placid, "Nelson Lindholm. We had Sanskrit together."
"Eh?" says I. "Sans-which? What kind of a disease is that?"
"It's a language," explains Ruby. "We were in the same class. I thought it might help me in my foreign mission work. I'm sure I don't know why Nelson took it, though. He was studying electrical engineering."
"Maybe it was catchin', at that," says I. "Where was all this?"
"At the Co-ed," says Ruby. "But then I'd known Nelson before. He's from Naukeesha too."
"Come again," says I. "From what?"
"Naukeesha," repeats Ruby, just as if it was some common name like Patchogue or Hoboken.
"Is that an island somewhere," says I, "or just a mixed drink?"
"Why," says she, "it's a town; in Wisconsin, you know."