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paper?"
"You've got to be taken care of until you get an awful tumble. Then you
will wake up and do big things, but in the meantime you must eat."
"You talk nonsense, and you're interrupting me. If I don't get at that
scene----"
"Will you marry me? I can't take care of you if you don't, because the
neighbours will talk."
"I won't marry you. I don't love you."

"No more do I love you. That's got nothing to do with it. Here's one of
father's empty notebooks. Say yes, and you can have it."
His eyes fairly glistened as they fell on the book.
"For heaven's sake, don't torture me. Give me the book and have it your
own way, whatever it is you want."
She laughed, gave him the book, and he was at the table instantly,
sweeping back the dishes with a ruthless hand.
"No, no, into the study you go, while I make a descent on your landlady,
rescue your clothes, and get the license and the minister, my liege
lord."
She settled him at his desk, where he was immediately lost to his
surroundings.
Bambi slipped out noiselessly, dressed for the street, humming a little
song, and presently departed.
Meanwhile, his first recitations being over, the Professor returned for
two hours' research in his study, to find Jarvis ensconced there,
oblivious to the outside world. "Go away, go away!" he shouted to
Professor Parkhurst.
"I'll trouble you to get out of my study," said the Professor.
"You'll get your filthy money in due time, my good woman, so go
away!" cried Jarvis.
"Whom are you addressing? Good woman, indeed!"
At this moment Bambi returned, and sensed the situation.
"Oh, I didn't expect you back, Father Professor. This is Jarvis. You see
he's come. He has no objection at all to my marrying him, so I got a
minister."

"A minister? You got him?"
"Yes, you see Jarvis is busy. There is no need of our waiting, so we are
going to be married in half an hour or so."
"To-day? Here?"
"Yes, right here, as soon as Jarvis finishes this scene."
"Is he going to occupy my library permanently?" wailed the Professor.
"No, no. I'll fix him a place on the top floor."
"He's not at all my choice," said Professor Parkhurst firmly, gazing at
the unconscious Jocelyn. "You can see by the way he tosses paper
about that he is neither methodical nor orderly."
"Those are husband traits that I can do without, thank you."
Ardelia appeared.
"'Scuse me, but yo' all expectin' the preacher up here? He say Miss
Bambi tol' him to cum here at eleben o'clock."
"Yes, show him right in here."
"Yassum."
Ardelia reappeared with the Reverend Dr. Short at her heels. Bambi
greeted him, and Professor Parkhurst shook hands absently. Bambi
went to lean over Jarvis. He suddenly threw down his pen, stretched
himself, and groaned.
"Now, if I can just get the last act outlined----"
"Jarvis, just a minute, please."
He suddenly looked at her, and at the other two.

"This is Reverend Dr. Short, Mr. Jarvis Jocelyn."
"I have nothing to say to orthodoxy," Jarvis began, but Bambi
interrupted him.
"Doctor Short has come to marry us. Stand up here for a few moments,
and then you can go on with your third act."
She laid her hand on his arm, and drew him to his feet.
"The shortest possible service, please, Doctor Short. Jarvis is so busy
to-day."
Doctor Short looked from the strange pair to Professor Parkhurst, who
looked back at him.
"You are sure this is all right?" he questioned.
"Do tell him to be quick, Bambi. If it's about that landlady I cannot----"
"'Sh! Go ahead, Doctor Short."
Doctor Short read the service, and between the three of them they
induced Jarvis to make the proper responses. He seemed utterly
unaware of what was going on about him, and at the end of a brief
service, when Bambi's hand was taken from his arm, he sat down to
work at once. Bambi led the other two men from the room.
"He acted as if he were drunk, or drugged, but he isn't. He's just full of
an idea," she smilingly explained.
"Have you known this young man long?" Doctor Short asked the
Professor.
"Have we, my dear?"
"We have known him fifteen years," she answered.
"Well, of course that makes a difference," murmured the reverend

gentleman. "I wish you every happiness, Mrs. Jocelyn," he added, and
took his departure.
"How soon can you get him out of my study?" asked the Professor,
looking at his watch. "I have only one hour left before lunch."
"Felicitate me, Professor, felicitate me on my marriage."
"I hope you will be happy, my dear, but I doubt it. His lack