O, what a thing to have to say, what a confession to make! Materialised! Me! Loudon, this must go on no longer.

You've been a loyal friend to me once more; give me your hand!--you've saved me again.

I must do something to rouse the spiritual side; something desperate; study something, something dry and tough.

What shall it be?
Theology?
Algebra?
What's Algebra ?" "It's dry and tough enough," said I; "a squared + 2ab + b squared." "It's stimulating, though ?" he inquired.
I told him I believed so, and that it was considered fortifying to Types.
"Then that's the thing for me.

I'll study Algebra," he concluded.
The next day, by application to one of his type-writing women, he got word of a young lady, one Miss Mamie McBride, who was willing and able to conduct him in these bloomless meadows; and, her circumstances being lean, and terms consequently moderate, he and Mamie were soon in agreement for two lessons in the week.