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He leaned over and whispered gently in her ear, deliberately letting her look down his neckline, "Sheer will power.

She hadn't been able to see a damn thing, either, and she was a bit put-off at herself in being so curious as to look down a girl's neckline. Reali- zation of what whe was thinking made her stop-- of course--a girl's neckline, and now she had a new line of thought. Mr. Boyle could very well be a ringer-- in actual fact a girl--no, that wasn't right either-- there had been a physical examination before entrance. She was more mixed up than ever.

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After the holidays, Miss Quinn decided to let things alone. She would only succeed in making a greater fool of herself than she already had. dealings with her advisee were businesslike, entirely professional. The year progressed. In May, the capping ceremony took place. All the probies were, in a Sunday ceremony, to receive their white caps and all parents were invited to attend.

Miss Quinn gave no particular thought to Mr. Boyle until the actual day of the ceremony when she received a call in her office.

"This is Mrs. Boyle," the caller announced crisply.

"Oh God!" thought Miss Quinn--His mother." She mumbled something into the telephone.

Mrs. Boyle went on, "I would very much like to have a little talk with you concerning my son. Would it be convenient after the ceremonies this afternoon?" Miss Quinn mumbled something.

"I really think," Mrs. Boyle went on pointedly, "that it would be a very good idea--my son has told me a great many things about you." Miss Quinn grip- ped the receiver very hard and shuddered. She could well imagine.

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