"Well, he told me that he thought the Alpha Omega was the best fraternity in college, and that he'd made up his mind to join it."
As this was the fraternity to which Mott himself belonged, Will laughed as he said, "Oh, well, don't be too hard with Peter John. He doesn't know any better now, but he'll learn."
"That's what he will," replied Mott with a very decided shake of his head. "I thought I'd come over to tell you that the sophomore-freshmen meet is to come off on Saturday afternoon."
"Not next Saturday?" exclaimed Will aghast.
"Yes, that's the very day."
"They told me it wasn't to be for two weeks yet."
"All the same it's on Saturday. I thought I'd tell you, though I'm going to do my best to keep you from winning your numerals."
Mott rose and departed from the room, and when Foster returned he found his room-mate hard at work, with his Greek books spread out on the desk before him.