The mayor chewed nervously on his cigar.

"What'd I better do?" he asked.

"Mr. Stetson here," Hines pointed out, "has lived in Turkey,
and he knows what they expect. Maybe he will help us."

"Will you?" begged the mayor.

"I will," said Stetson.

Then they visited the college authorities. Chancellor Black
and most of the faculty were on their vacations. But there
were half a dozen professors still in their homes around the
campus, and it was pointed out to them that the coming honor
to one lately of their number reflected glory upon the
college and upon them, and that they should take official
action.

It was also suggested that for photographic purposes they
should wear their academic robes, caps, and hoods. To these
suggestions, with alacrity--partly because they all loved
Doctor Gilman and partly because they had never been
photographed by a moving-picture machine--they all agreed. So
it came about that when the ambassador, hot and cross and
dusty stepped off the way-train at Stillwater station he
found to his delighted amazement a red carpet stretching to a
perfectly new automobile, a company of the local militia
presenting arms, a committee, consisting of the mayor in a