"Alma Mater, Dexter darling, do re mi-O dear It's much harder to write than I supposed. I wonder why When your heart is full of love, why should it be hard to express it?" Catherine Smith, sitting on the top step of the porch of her home, Three Gables, bent her red-gold head over the pad of paper on her knee and wrote painfully, her forehead puckered earnestly. She had been a year at college and was just beginning her summer vacation. All through the busy year, full of delightful new experiences, she had looked forward to the leisure of summer, in which she might adequately declare her...