There was quite a lengthy discussion, in which the boys joined, telling what they knew, or had heard, of certain institutions. Some they flatly refused to consider at all. Toward others they were more favorably inclined.
“Now here is one I should like to see you attend,” said Mr. Slade, holding up another prospectus. “It is——”
He was interrupted by an exclamation from Jerry, who rushed from the room.
“Why! what in the world is the matter with him?” asked Mrs. Hopkins in surprise.
No one answered, and before they could indulge in any speculation Jerry was back again, waving over his head a catalogue similar to those on the table.
“If we have to go to college,” he said, “and I guess we do, this is the one we’d like you to pick out—Boxwood Hall! Let us go there! It’s a dandy place, according to the catalogue, and it has a good standing from a scholastic and athletic standpoint. Let us go to Boxwood Hall, where our old friend, Professor Snodgrass, is a teacher.”
“Boxwood Hall?” murmured Mr. Slade, questioningly.
“Professor Snodgrass,” said Mr. Baker, reflectively.
“He sent me this catalogue,” Jerry went on, “though when I got it I hadn’t the least notion in the world that I would go there. Let me read you the professor’s letter”; and this he did.
Mr. Slade picked up the Boxwood Hall catalogue and glanced at the illustrations of the various buildings.