Many eyes are turned upon the Fairbanks carriage. The young ladies
are well known in University circles; but the quaint old lady,
looking so handsome in spite of her plain black bonnet, awakens the
curiosity of the crowd, which only increases when it becomes known
that she is Shock's mother.

"Do you see Hamish, my dear?" inquires the old lady. "They are so
much alike I cannot distinguish him."

"Go and bring him," cries Betty, and Lloyd returns in a moment with
Shock and little Brown.

"Mother! mother! This is awful. You won't like it a bit. You'll
think I'm getting killed many a time."

But the old lady only smiles placidly. "Indeed, and I'm not afraid
for you. Run away, Hamish, and be careful of the laddies."

"Don't tell him that, Mrs. Macgregor," pleads Brown. "He's far too
gentle as it is."

Some few minutes are spent in arranging for the kick-off.

"Oh, I do wish they would start," exclaims Betty, standing up in the
carriage. "If they would only start!" she repeats. "I want to have a
chance to shriek."

"There they go!" exclaims Lloyd.

It is McGill's kick. Huntingdon, the big captain and centre forward,