as a diversion, but as a constancy we should pall upon him. I never could keep up to the level I have been maintaining for the last twenty-four hours, that is certain. It is nothing short of degradation to struggle as hard to amuse a boy as I have struggled to amuse Edgar. I don’t believe he could endure such exhilaration week after week, and I am very sure it would kill me. Besides, he will fancy he is going to be watched and reported at headquarters in Santa Barbara!”
“I think very likely you are right; but perhaps I can put the matter so that it will strike him in some other light.”
“Very well, mamacita; I ‘m resigned. It will break up all our nice little two-ing, but we will be his guardian angel. I will be his guardian and you his angel, and oh, how he would dislike it if he knew it! But wait until odious Mr. Tony meets him to-night! What business is it of his if my hair is red! When he chaffs him for breaking his appointment, I dare say we shall never see him again.”
“You are so jolly comfortable here! This house is the next best thing to mother,” said Edgar, with boyish heartiness, as he stood on the white goatskin with his back to the Olivers’ cheerful fireplace.
It was Wednesday evening of the next week. Polly was clearing away the dinner things, and Edgar had been arranging Mrs. Oliver’s chair and pillows and footstool like the gentle young knight he was by nature.
What wonder that all the fellows, even “smirking Tony,” liked him and sought his company? He who could pull an oar, throw a ball, leap a bar, ride a horse, or play a game of skill as if he had been born for each particular occupation,—what wonder that the ne’er-do-wells and idlers and scamps and dullards battered at his door continually and begged him to leave his books and come out and “stir up things”!
“If you think it is so ‘jolly,’” said Mrs. Oliver, “how would you like to come here and live with us awhile?”
This was a bombshell. The boy hesitated naturally, being taken quite by surprise. (“Confound it!” he thought rapidly, “how shall I get out of this scrape without being impolite! They would n’t give me one night out a week if I came!”) “I ‘d like it immensely, you know,” he said aloud, “and it’s awfully kind of you to propose it, and I appreciate it, but I don’t think—I don’t see, that is, how I could come, Mrs. Oliver. In the first place, I ‘m quite sure my home people would dislike my intruding on your privacy; and then,—well, you know I am out in the evening occasionally, and should n’t like to disturb you, besides, I ‘m sure Miss Polly has her hands full now.”
“Of course you would be often out in the evening, though I don’t suppose you are a ‘midnight reveler.’ You would simply have a latch-key and go out and come in as you liked. Mrs. Howe’s room is very pleasant, as you know; and you could study there before your open fire, and join us when you felt like it. Is it as convenient and pleasant for you to live on this side of the bay, and go back and forth?”
“Oh yes! I don’t mind that part of it.” (“This is worse than the Inquisition; I don’t know but that she will get me in spite of everything!”)
“Oh dear!” thought Mrs. Oliver, “he does n’t want to come; and I don’t want him to come, and I must urge him to come against his will. How very disagreeable missionary work is, to be sure! I sympathize with him, too. He is afraid of petticoat government, and fears that he will lose some of his precious liberty. If I had fifty children, I believe I should want them all girls.”
“Besides, dear Mrs. Oliver,” continued Edgar, after an awkward pause, “I don’t think you are strong enough to have me here. I believe you ‘re only proposing it for my good. You know that I ‘m in a forlorn students’ boarding-house, and you are anxious to give me ‘all the comforts of a home’ for my blessed mother’s sake, regardless of your own discomforts.”
“Come here a moment and sit beside me on Polly’s footstool. You were nearly three years old when Polly was born. You were all staying with me that summer. Did you know that you were my first boarders? You were a tiny fellow in kilts, very much interested in the new baby, and very anxious to hold her. I can see you now rocking the cradle as gravely as a man. Polly has hard times and many sorrows before her, Edgar! You are old enough to see that I cannot stay with her much longer.”
Edgar was too awed and too greatly moved to answer.
“I should be very glad to have you with us, both because I think we could in some degree take the place of your mother and Margery, and because I should be glad to feel that in any sudden emergency, which I do not in the least expect, we should have a near friend to lean upon ever so little.”
Edgar’s whole heart went out in a burst of sympathy and manly tenderness. In that moment he felt willing to give up every personal pleasure, if he might lift a feather’s weight of care from the fragile woman who spoke to him with such sweetness and trust. For there is nothing hopeless save meanness and poverty of nature; and any demand on Edgar Noble’s instinct of chivalrous protection would never be discounted.
“I will come gladly, gladly, Mrs. Oliver,” he said, “if only I can be of service; though I fear it will be all the other way. Please borrow me for a son, just to keep me in training, and I ‘ll try to bear my honors worthily.”
“Thank you, dear boy. Then it is settled, if you are sure that the living in the city will not interfere with your studies; that is the main thing. We all look to you to add fresh laurels to your old ones. Are you satisfied with your college life thus far?”
(“They have n’t told her anything. That ‘s good,” thought Edgar.) “Oh yes; fairly well! I don’t—I don’t go in for being a ‘dig,’ Mrs. Oliver. I shall never be the valedictorian, and all that sort of thing; it does n’t pay. Who ever hears of valedictorians twenty years after graduation? Class honors don’t amount to much.”
“I suppose they can be overestimated; but they must prove some sort of excellence which will stand one in good stead in after years. I should never advise a boy or girl to work for honors alone; but if after doing one’s very best the honors come naturally, they are very pleasant.”
“Half the best scholars in our class are prigs,” said Edgar discontentedly. “Always down on the live fellows who want any sport. Sometimes I wish I had never gone to college at all. Unless you deny yourself every pleasure, and live the life of a hermit, you can’t take any rank. My father expects me to get a hundred and one per cent. in every study, and thinks I ought to rise with the lark and go to bed with the chickens. I don’t know whether he ever sowed any wild oats; if he did, it was so long ago that he has quite forgotten I must sow mine some time. He ought to be thankful they are such a harmless sort.”
“I don’t understand boys very well,” said Mrs. Oliver smilingly. “You see, I never have had any to study, and you must teach me a few things. Now, about this matter of wild oats. Why is it so necessary that they should be sown? Is Margery sowing hers? I don’t know that Polly feels bound to sow any.”
“I dare say they are not necessities,” laughed Edgar, coloring. “Perhaps they are only luxuries.”
Mrs. Oliver looked at the fire soberly. “I know there may be plenty of fine men who have a discreditable youth to look back upon,—a youth finally repented of and atoned for; but that is rather a weary process, I should think, and they are surely no stronger men because of the ‘wild oats,’ but rather in spite of them.”
“I suppose so,” sighed Edgar; “but it’s so easy for women to be good! I know you were born a saint, to begin with. You don’t know what it is to be in college, and to want
