Holworthy Hall

“ Casting about him for a moment, he observed that the lattice of the side porch ran within a few feet of her window.
"I'm coming up, Eleanor."
"Oh—you mustn't!"
He tested the lattice with his full weight, and, finding that it held, scrambled nimbly to the top, whence he could touch his lady's hand, if not her lips. She watched him fearfully—and stretched down her hand. Accepting the alternative, he kissed it thoroughly.
"Not a soul in sight," he whispered. "Good-by, Eleanor." ”

“ There is a host approaching nigh—
⁠Harvard is marching up the street."
"Oh," said Eleanor, creeping back to bed. "One of those foolish football songs. I thought for a minute it had some significance." She tucked herself in warmly, and yawned again. "Like—like—'The Girl I Left Behind Me,' for instance." ”