Then Boltwood, glaring and enraged, was permitted to sit on the seat opposite Jack, who smiled on him sweetly.
CHAPTER XIX.
OMEGA LAMBDA CHI.
Behold a transformation scene.
At half-past six P. M. the campus was quiet and deserted, as it usually is at that hour. Streaks of yellow sunlight streamed in from over the low buildings of the quadrangle, making lighted blotches on the ground beneath the canopy of the great elms, and not even the twang of a banjo was to be heard.
The students were all at their eating-clubs and boarding-houses.
Ten minutes later the fence running from Alumni Hall to the space in front of Battell Chapel and curving away to the south was the meeting-place of streams of students coming from all directions. The first to arrive perched on the fence, and the later comers leaned against the knees of those on the fence. It did not take much more than ten minutes for them to assemble.
Then the singing began.
“Chi-Rho! Omega Lambda Chi!