He joined her on a run as she reached the sidewalk, and they hurried down to the Dean's just in time for luncheon.

Kit's face was fairly radiant as she presented her old-time chum of the hills to Miss Daphne and the Dean.
"Don't you remember, Uncle Cassius," she asked eagerly, "how, when I first came, I told you all about the boy back home who would have just suited you?
Well, that was Billie." The Dean's gray eyes wrinkled as he surveyed Billie over the tops of his eye-glasses.
"You come highly recommended, young man," he said.

"Kit almost persuaded me that if she didn't suit I might be able to coax you away from your grandfather." "I'll bet you wouldn't change now," Billie responded, gallantly.

"Kit knows a hundred per cent, more than I do, sir.

I used to hate history until she took to telling me stories about it, and making it interesting.
All I really care about is natural history, especially insects and birds." "Well, you could have a lovely time studying over uncle's Egyptian scarabs," said Kit, placidly.