start up a tune on his concertina; I had seen him change a crowd's
temper many a time in just that way. But even supposing my advice
had been good, he could not get his arms free, and it was Gloria
Vanderman who saved that day.

Whoever has tried to write down the quality that makes the college
girl, United States or English, what she is has failed, just as whoever
has tried to muzzle or discredit her has failed. She is something
new that has happened to the world, not because of men and women
and the priests and pundits, but in spite of them. Part of the reason
can be given by him who knows history enough, and commands almost
unlimited leisure and page; but that would only be the uninteresting
part that we could easily dispense with. The college girl has happened
to the world, as light did in Genesis 1:3.

Gloria Vanderman, with her back against the wall, struggled and
contrived to get her foot on Will's bent knee. Another struggle
sent her breast-high above the sea of sweating faces. There was
fitful light enough to see her by, because the man who held a pine
torch was privileged. If there had not been hot sparks scattering
from the thing doubtless they would have closed in on him and crushed
it down, and out, but he had elbow-room, and accordingly Gloria's
face glowed golden in its frame of disordered chestnut hair. One
heard her voice because it was clear, and sweet with reasonableness,
so that it vibrated in an unobstructed orbit.

"Surely you are not cowards?" she began, and they grew silent, because
that idea called for consideration.

"Kagig is a patriot. Kagig is fighting for all Armenia. Surely