"Great Scott!" howled Rattleton, "the time for mourning will be after Jones is elected."
Jones listened to this joking with stolid good humor; never a smile lingered on his face, but his solemn eyes showed no resentment.
"It's all right," he remarked when they gave him a chance to speak, "you fellows think you've got me on a long string, but I'd like to bet that if I should run for a class office, I wouldn't be last in the race!
"Of course," he added, hastily, "I haven't really any insane notion of doing such a thing."
The students laughed again, picked up their gripsacks and prepared to separate.
"Say!" called Page, eagerly, "what about coming down to see my room?"
"Oh, we've got a whole year ahead of us," growled Browning.
"I'll run down in the course of an hour or two," said Frank. "I don't think there's anything to do at my room, and I'll be glad to learn the way to yours. What's the number?"
Page told him, and Frank exclaimed:
"Why! some of the professors live there, don't they?"