moods. The sky smiled and was pensive with her.

"But see," she cried with another of her bewildering changes; "we're at
Columbia."

We had left the Boulevard, and were approaching the white-domed library.

"Look at the inscription," Helen said, as students carrying notebooks
began to pass us. "'KING'S COLLEGE FOUNDED UNDER GEORGE II.' Doesn't that
seem old after the State University? Ours, I mean."

Our inspection was brief. Before the open admiration of the students Helen
seemed, like a poising creature of air and sunshine, fairly to take wing
for flight.

"Tell me about yourself," she commanded, when we were beyond the flights
of terraced steps. "You are really in Judge Baker's office? You--you
_won't_ say anything more?"

"You--darling! You have almost said you love me; do you know that? Well,
I'll be considerate. I will work and I will wait and I will believe--no,
I'll be certain that some day a woman more beautiful than the Greeks
imagined when they dreamed of goddesses who loved mortal men will come to
me and, because it is true, will quite say 'I love you.' But I may not
always be patient; for you do. After all, you are Nelly!"

I was almost faint with love of her and wonder; I adored her the more for
the earnestness with which she lifted her flushed, smiling, innocent face
to say: