"
Sara looked up quickly.
"Brave, I brave?" she asked in surprise. "I never did a really brave
thing in my life!"
"Didn't you?" smiling, with a meaning look. "I thought you had done a
good many."
But she made no explanation of her words, and Sara was too modest to ask
what they meant.
Morton came home so brisk and rosy it was good to see him, and regaled
Molly for days with the accounts of his wonderful adventures. He seemed
to have quite recovered from his longings for a sea-life, and was almost
as much interested in certain scientific studies as Sara herself. In
fact, their autumn rambles together were pleasures whose memory lingered
with both for many a year.
One morning in November, Sara saw, among the letters on the desk, a
creamy square with her own name upon it, and nearly had her breath taken
away upon opening it, to find it was an invitation to a dinner given by
one of the faculty in honor of a distinguished scientist from abroad,
who was to deliver a lecture before the students the coming week.
She glanced from it to Professor Macon, who was busy writing, but,
seeing no solution of the matter in his face, resolved to consult his
wife about it, and stopped in on her way home that noon for the purpose.
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