"For the good of my soul."
"Well, then, Mr. Honorable Patches, here's to your soul's good health!"
she cried brightly, checking her horse and holding out her hand. "We
part here. You can see the Cross-Triangle buildings yonder. I go this
way."
He looked his pleasure, as he clasped her hand in hearty understanding
of the friendship offered.
"Thank you, Miss Reid. I still maintain that the Dean's judgment is
unquestionable."
She was not at all displeased with his reply.
"By the way," she said, as if to prove her friendship. "I suppose you
know what to expect from Uncle Will and the boys when they learn of your
little adventure?"
"I do," he answered, as if resigned to anything.
"And do you enjoy making fun for them?"
"I assure you, Miss Reid, I am very human."
"Well, then, why don't you turn the laugh on them?"
"But how?"
"They are expecting you to get into some sort of a scrape, don't you
think?"
"They are always expecting that. And," he added, with that droll touch
in his voice, "I must say I rarely disappoint them."
"I suspect," she continued, thoughtfully, "that the Dean purposely did
not explain that drift fence to you.
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