The committee hurried out to catch the train, and the president went back to his room to give his uniform another good looking over, and to make sure that not the smallest particle of dust had settled on it during his brief absence.
Class-day had always been observed as a sort of half-holiday, and this one was no exception to the rule. There was a little studying done, and the very small number of those who had failed in their recitations on the previous day, were required to make up for it before they could mingle with their companions in the halls and see what was going on. The boys in the first class were excused from duty, and all they had to do was to make themselves look pretty. At least that was what Colonel Mack said.
“You will have all this to go through with next year, Gordon,” added Mack. “Your class must make it a point to have an extra good dinner.”
“What concern is it of yours whether we do or not?” demanded Don.
“Why, I shall be one of the alumni then, and I expect to help eat it,” was Mack’s reply.
“Wouldn’t it be becoming in you to wait until you get an invitation?” asked Don.
“Oh, I’ll get that,” answered Mack, confidently.
“From whom, pray?”
“From you, of course.”
“No, sir,” said Don, emphatically.