We were all in a room, the windows of which looked across the lawn toward the pillared portico of Professor Sterner's house, and some of the boys were gazing over toward the mansion that sheltered the subject of our thoughts. And as it happened, at that moment, the door opened and out stepped the young lady herself, in a smart walking costume, topped by a large hat with a great, drooping, beguiling, white ostrich feather. An exclamation drew us all to the window.
"There she is now!" Without doubt, that was she.
"Jove! What a stunner!"
"She is alone. There is your chance."
"Yes, this is the first time you have seen her; now stop jawing and play ball."
"Or pay up."
"Yes, supper for the crowd: porterhouse steak; chicken, and waffles to end with."
So they nagged me, one and all.
"Done," I said, "I will do it now."
"You have never seen her before?"