"Anything—waiting, to start in with." He gave him a quick glance. "That's not your trouble, is it?"
"No."
"It's a glorious feeling, to be going up, I tell you," said Regan, with a sudden lighting up of his rugged features. "Can hardly believe it. I've been up against those infernal examinations six times, and I'd have gone up against them six more but I'd down them."
"Where did you come from?"
"Pretty much everywhere. Des Moines, Iowa, at the last."
"It's a pretty fine college," said Stover, with a new thrill.
"It's a college where you stand on your own feet, all square to the wind," said Regan, with conviction.
"That's what got me. It's worth everything to get here."
"You're right."