But he took his sheepskin with a bow and a gesture that
extinguished several of his companions; and he faced the audience, on
descending from the stage, with a composed effect gained by experience in
the choir. The lustre in the ceiling lit up his yellow hair and his blue
eyes: "He is as charming as ever!" thought Medora Phillips.
"He's had a hard pull of it," commented Randolph.
"I hope his own people will feed him up this summer," said Medora. Her
emphasis was wayward; "He wouldn't let we do it," she seemed to mean.
"Nor me," she almost made Randolph say.
There was a recessional, and then the crowds of students flooded the
corridors and circulated under the fresh foliage of the campus. Randolph
and Medora Phillips passed out with the rest of the assemblage. In the
midst of one of the avenues of elms they noticed Cope as the center of a
little group: two plain, elderly people (his parents, doubtless)
and--and----
Medora Phillips looked twice. Yes, the other figure was Carolyn Thorpe,
offering congratulations. Carolyn had returned to her post and her work the
day before. "H'm," thought Medora, disposed to be miffed.
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