They came to the business part of the town, and found the stopping-place suggested in Mr. Luddington’s directions.
“We can’t tell much about it to-night,” said Allison gravely. “I guess we better get some supper and let Cloudy Jewel get rested for a while. Then to-morrow we can look around.”
They were wise words, and Julia Cloud assented at once; but it was quite plain that neither he nor Leslie was much elated at the place.
Allison slipped out for a walk through the college grounds after the others had gone to their rooms, and came back whistling gravely.
“He doesn’t like it, Cloudy,” whispered Leslie as the sound floated in through the transom. “He won’t have anything to do with it. You see!”
“What makes you think so, dear? He’s whistling. That sounds as if he liked it.”
“Yes, but look what he’s whistling. He always begins on ‘The Long, Long Trail’ if he isn’t pleased or has to wait when he’s in a hurry to get anywhere. Now, if he had been pleased, you would have heard ‘One grasshopper hopped right over th’ other grasshopper’s back.’ I can always tell. Well, I don’t care; do you, Cloudy? There’s plenty of other colleges, and I didn’t see our house in any of the streets we went through, did you?”
Julia Cloud had to confess that she had not been in love with anything she had seen yet.
“Well, then, what’s the use of going over the old college? I say let’s beat it in the morning.”