Helen, what does it mean?"
"New York agrees vit' me," Her laugh was irresistible--low and sweet, a
laugh that made the glad day brighter. "How not? It is vun fine large
city."
We laughed together to the memory of _Actinia_.
"I am a goot organism. T'e bat organisms vish to scratch me; but t'ey are
not so fery bat. In time ve may teach t'em gootness."
"If Darmstetter doesn't think you a perfect organism, he must be hard to
satisfy. He's a peculiar organism himself. Has he true loves among sand
stars or jelly fish, or does he confine his affections to sea anemones?"
"Prof. Darmstetter is a great biologist. It's a shame he has to teach.
Don't you think such a man should be free to devote himself to original
work? He might in England, you know, if he were a fellow of a University.
But we're proud of him at Barnard; and the laboratory--oh, it's the most
fascinating place!"
We came slowly down the Boulevard, looking out at the sweep of the Hudson,
while she talked of her studies and her college mates, trying, I thought,
to keep me from other topics.
I scarcely noticed her words; her voice was in my ears, fresh and musical.
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