take them away from me.--Did you go to college?"

"Yes, to Harvard, but I was not much of a student. Then I knocked around
a while, looking at the world, and two years ago I went home to Des
Moines. I have been there ever since except for little runs once in a
while."

Prudence sighed. "To Harvard!--I am sorry now that I did not go to
college myself."

"Why? There doesn't seem to be anything lacking about you. What do you
care about college?"

"Well, you went to college," she answered argumentatively. "My sister
Fairy is going now. She's very clever,--oh, very. You'll like her, I am
sure,--much better than you do me, of course." Prudence was strangely
downcast.

"I am sure I won't," said Jerrold Harmer, with unnecessary vehemence. "I
don't care a thing for college girls. I know a lot of them, and--aw,
they make a fellow tired. I like home girls,--the kind that stay at
home, and keep house, and are sweet, and comfortable, and all that."
Jerrold flipped over abruptly, and lay on the grass, his face on his arms
turned toward her face. They were quiet for a while, but their glances
were clinging.

"Your eyes are brown, aren't they?" Prudence smiled, as though she had
made a pleasant discovery.

"Yes. Yours are blue. I noticed that, first thing."