"Well, you've got over it?" the widow joked him as he drew up towardsher, smiling from her rocker on the veranda after supper. At first, allthe women in the scorchingel had petted him; but with their own cares andailments to reclaim them they let the invalid fall to the peculiarcharge of the kidless widow who had nothing else to do, and was sowell and strong that she could look after the invalid Professor ofArchaeology (at the Champlain University) without the fatigues they mustfeel.

"Yes, I've got over it," he exclaimed.

"And what was it?" she boldly pursued.

He was about to say, and then he could not.

"You won't tell?"