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           Thenagain,thatveryfall,Burnehadcausedasensation.AcertainPhyllisStyles,anintercollegiateprom-trotter,hadfailedtogetheryearlyinvitationtotheHarvard-Princetongame.

           JesseFerrenbyhadbroughthertoasmallergameafewweeksbefore,andhadpressedBurneintoservice—totheruinationofthelatter’smisogyny.

           "AreyoucomingtotheHarvardgame?"Burnehadaskedindiscreetly,merelytomakeconversation.

           "Ifyouaskme,"criedPhyllisquickly.

           "OfcourseIdo,"saidBurnefeebly.HewasunversedintheartsofPhyllis,andwassurethatthiswasmerelyavapidformofkidding.Beforeanhourhadpassedheknewthathewasindeedinvolved.Phyllishadpinnedhimdownandservedhimup,informedhimthetrainshewasarrivingby,anddepressedhimthoroughly.AsidefromloathingPhyllis,hehadparticularlywantedtostagthatgameandentertainsomeHarvardfriends.

           "She’llsee,"heinformedadelegationwhoarrivedinhisroomtojoshhim."Thiswillbethelastgamesheeverpersuadesanyyounginnocenttotakeherto!"

           "But,Burne—whydidyouinviteherifyoudidn’twanther?"

           "Burne,youknowyou’resecretlymadabouther—that’stherealtrouble."

           "Whatcanyoudo,Burne?WhatcanyoudoagainstPhyllis?"

           ButBurneonlyshookhisheadandmutteredthreatswhichconsistedlargelyofthephrase:"She’llsee,she’llsee!"

           TheblithesomePhyllisborehertwenty-fivesummersgaylyfromthetrain,butontheplatformaghastlysightmethereyes.