“So, so. Yes, much better, thank goodness. But it’s going to be mighty hard to pull out of the old school.”
“There is one thing that helps the pulling out a lot, and particularly in your case,—” said Carroll, “—more than it did in mine—such a lot of the fellows go up to Kingsbridge from the School—quite the best of the form usually, it seems to me; so that you feel quite at home there from the beginning. Then there’s always a lot of Dealonians among the upper classmen who look out for you more or less. Most of your chums are going up, aren’t they?”
“Yes—all, I think, except Ned Clavering. Too bad—but Ned’s going to wear the blue—and I hope we’ll line up against each other some time.”
“That’s hard luck; but I didn’t know Ned Clavering was in your crowd.”
“Oh, our crowd!” exclaimed Tony, with something like a sigh.
“What! do you mean to say that you and Kit Wilson are still on the outs?”
“I’m ashamed to say, we are.”
“You still sore at Kit?”
“Not in the least!”
“Well, then, what’s the trouble?”