"Barker," answered Sam.
"All right!" said Robinson, in a low voice. "There's a Barker in the freshman class. I've noticed his name in the catalogue."
"I believe, Mr. Barker," said Brown, "that you belong to the freshman class."
"That's a good joke," said Sam to himself. "I'll see it through."
He was not a little flattered at being mistaken for a collegian, and nodded assent.
"We have heard of you, Mr. Barker," said Jones, in the most favorable manner. "We belong to the senior class, and at our last meeting we elected you unanimously a member of the Alpha Zeta Society."
"You don't say so!" exclaimed Sam, really astonished.
"We have inquired of the faculty concerning your scholarship, and have been told that you are one of the best scholars in the class."
"If that's so," thought Sam, "the class don't know much."
"There are plenty that know more than me," said Sam, aloud.