“Where is she?”
“Going to Fairview this term, I believe.”
“So is Madge—I mean Miss Tyler,” burst out Tom. “I’d like to meet her, Phil; your sister, I mean.”
“Say, you’re a regular Mormon!” expostulated Sid. “If we’re going to get this moving done, let’s do it, and not talk about girls. You fellows make me sick!”
“Wait until he gets bitten by the bug,” said Tom with a laugh, as he shouldered the easy chair.
It took the lads several trips to transfer all their possessions, but at last it was accomplished, and they sat in the new room in the midst of “confusion worse confounded,” as Holly Cross remarked when he looked in on them. Their goods were scattered all over, and the three beds in the room were piled high with them.
“It’s a much nicer place than the old room,” declared Tom.
“It will be when we get it fixed up,” added Phil.
“I s’pose that means sticking a lot of girls’ photos on the wall, some of those crazy banners they embroidered for you, a lot of ribbons, and such truck,” commented Sid disgustedly. “I tell you fellows one thing, though, and that is if you go to cluttering up this room too much, I’ll have something to say. I’m not going to live in a cozy corner, nor yet a den. I want a decent room.”
“Oh, you can have one wall space to decorate in any style you like,” said Tom.