The mouth too firm for a face so young, the chin too square--
perhaps. But even as he catalogued the features the face escaped
him. He had a changing impression, only, of a graceful contour, warm
and white, dark careless eyes, and hair--quantities of hair lying
close and smooth in undulated waves--its color like nothing so much
as the brown of a crisping autumn leaf. He remembered, though, that
she was poorly dressed--and utterly unconscious, or careless, of
being so. And she had been amused, undoubtedly amused, at his
annoyance. A most unfeminine girl! And that at least was fortunate--
for he was very, very weary of everything feminine!
CHAPTER III
Yawningly, the professor reached for his watch.
It had run down.
"Evidently they do not wake guests for breakfast," he mused.
"Perhaps," with rising dismay, "there isn't any breakfast to wake
them for!"
He felt suddenly ravenous and hurried into his clothes. It is really
wonderful how all kinds of problems give place to the need for a
wash and breakfast. Somewhere outside he could hear water running,
so with a towel over his arm and a piece of soap in his pocket he
started out to find it. His room, as he had noted the night before,
was one of two small rooms under the eaves. There was a small, dark
landing between them and a steep, ladderlike stair led directly down
into the living-room. There was no one there; neither was there
anyone in the small kitchen at the back.
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