“You dry up!” commanded Sid. “All I ask is, don’t make the room a photograph gallery. There’s reason in all things. Go ahead, Phil.”
“The next thing he’ll be wanting will be to have an introduction to your sister,” commented Tom.
“I’d like to have both you fellows meet her,” said Phil gravely. “You probably would have, only for this—this trouble of mother’s. Now I suppose sis will have to leave Fairview and go to Palm Beach with me. I must take a run over this evening, and see her. She’ll be all broken up.” It was not much of a journey to Fairview, a railroad was well as a trolley line connecting the town of that name with Haddonfield.
The room was soon fitted up in fairly good shape, though the three chums promised that they would make a number of changes in time. They went to dinner together, meeting at the table many of their former classmates, and seeing an unusually large number of freshmen.
“There’ll be plenty of hazing this term,” commented Tom.
“Yes, I guess we’ll have our hands full,” added Sid.
Old and new students continued to arrive all that day. After reporting to the proper officials of the college there was nothing for them to do, save to stroll about, as lectures would not begin until the next morning, and then only preliminary classes would be formed.
“I think I’ll go down to the office and see if any telegram has arrived for me,” said Phil, as he and his chums were strolling across the campus.
“I hope you get good news,” spoke Tom. “We’ll wait for you in the room, and help you pack if you have to go.”
“Thanks,” was Phil’s answer as he walked away.