spirit almost of awe. But Mrs. Gilman welcomed him with the
same kindly, sympathetic smile with which she always gave
courage to the unhappy ones coming up for examinations, and
Doctor Gilman's high honors in no way had spoiled his gentle
courtesy.

The examination was in writing, and when Peter had handed in
his papers Doctor Gilman asked him if he would prefer at once
to know the result.

"I should indeed!" Peter assured him.

"Then I regret to tell you, Hallowell," said the professor,
"that you have not passed. I cannot possibly give you a mark
higher than five." In real sympathy the sage of Stillwater
raised his eyes, but to his great astonishment he found that
Peter, so far from being cast down or taking offense, was
smiling delightedly, much as a fond parent might smile upon
the precocious act of a beloved child.

"I am afraid," said Doctor Gilman gently, "that this summer
you did not work very hard for your degree!"

Peter Laughed and picked up his hat.

"To tell you the truth, Professor," he said, "you're right I
got working for something worth while--and I forgot about the
degree."