"I don't see any signs of a shower," he said.
"That's because you haven't been here all the morning," returned Jones, solemnly. "I've been sitting there in my window for fully three hours watching it; it's been a perfect rain of gripsacks on the campus. Every fellow that comes along stops to shake hands with everybody he meets, and every time he stops, down goes his gripsacks."
Frank laughed.
"You're the same old cheerful joker, Dismal," he said. "But you're beginning early. If you keep up this sort of thing you'll actually get caught laughing before the end of the junior year."
There was a faint shadow of a smile on Dismal's face as he responded:
"Well, anyhow, Frank, I'm glad to see all the fellows come trooping back. Are you glad to get here yourself?"
"Why, of course I am."
"Had a good time during the vacation?"
"I always have a good time," said Frank. "Don't you?"
"Oh, yes, in my way. To tell the truth, I spent most of the summer dreading the day when I should have to come back to the confounded old books, and lectures and examinations; but I got here yesterday, and now I'm dreading the time I shall have to go away again."