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           "Honestly,"answeredKerry,eyinghimreprovingly,"doyoudoubtKerry’sabilityforthreeshortdays?Somepeoplehavelivedonnothingforyearsatatime.ReadtheBoyScoutMonthly."

           "Threedays,"Amorymused,"andI’vegotclasses."

           "OneofthedaysistheSabbath."

           "Justthesame,Icanonlycutsixmoreclasses,withoveramonthandahalftogo."

           "Throwhimout!"

           "It’salongwalkback."

           "Amory,you’rerunningitout,ifImaycoinanewphrase."

           "Hadn’tyoubettergetsomedopeonyourself,Amory?"

           Amorysubsidedresignedlyanddroopedintoacontemplationofthescenery.Swinburneseemedtofitinsomehow.

           "Oh,winter’srainsandruinsareover,

           Andalltheseasonsofsnowsandsins;

           Thedaysdividingloverandlover,

           Thelightthatloses,thenightthatwins;

           Andtimerememberedisgriefforgotten,

           Andfrostsareslainandflowersbegotten,

           Andingreenunderwoodandcover,

           Blossombyblossomthespringbegins.

           "Thefullstreamsfeedonflowerof—"

           "What’sthematter,Amory?Amory’sthinkingaboutpoetry,abouttheprettybirdsandflowers.Icanseeitinhiseye."

           "No,I’mnot,"helied."I’mthinkingaboutthePrincetonian.Ioughttomakeupto-night;butIcantelephoneback,Isuppose."

           "Oh,"saidKerryrespectfully,"theseimportantmen—"

           AmoryflushedanditseemedtohimthatFerrenby,adefeatedcompetitor,wincedalittle.Ofcourse,Kerrywasonlykidding,buthereallymustn’tmentionthePrincetonian.