Good afternoon, Basil."
"What nice, good, pleasant, friendly people they are!" breathed Carolyn.
Randolph had strolled away, and Medora Phillips turned a studious glance on
her companion. Carolyn was conceivably in a state of mind--keyed up to an
all-inclusive appreciation. Did that foreshadow further verse?--a rustic
rhapsody, a provincial pantoum? But Medora withheld question. Much as she
would have enjoyed a well-consolidated impression of the visitors, she did
not intend to secure it by interrogating Carolyn Thorpe.
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_COPE IN A FINAL VIEW_
Cope, after a few days, followed his parents back to Freeford. He may have
said good-bye to his landlady and to some of his associates in his
department; but he contrived no set adieux for the friends who had done so
much for him--or had tried to--through the past year. Basil Randolph and
Medora Phillips had their last view of him when, diploma in hand, he led
his parents away, over the campus.
"Oh, well," said Randolph resignedly, "we were less important to him than
we thought. Only a couple of negligible items among many. Entered in his
ledger--if we _were_ entered--and now faded away to a dim, rusty, illegible
scrawl.
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