"Good enough Can't I do something for you? Do you need a chaperon?"
the Dean queried, smilingly.

"Professor Burgess is to be our chaperon. He is all we can look after."
Dennie's gray eyes danced. but she was serious a moment later.

"Dr. Fenneben, you can do something, maybe, that's none of your business,
nor mine." Dennie wondered afterward how she could have had the courage
to speak these words.

"That's generally the easy thing. What is it?" the Dean smiled.

The girl hung her feather brush in its place and sat down opposite to him.

"Do you know anything about Pigeon Place?" she began.

"The little place up the river where a queer, half-crazy woman
lives alone with a fierce dog?" he asked.

"Yes, you never heard anything more?" Dennie queried.

"Only that the house is hidden from the road and has many pigeons about it,
and that the woman sees few callers. I've never located the place.
Tell me about it," he replied.

"Bug Buler and I were up there after eggs this morning.
Bug is Victor Burleigh's little boy. They board at our house,"
Dennie explained. "Pigeon Place is a little cottage
all covered with vines and with flowers everywhere.
It's hidden away from the road just outside of town.