"Here's wishing."
"Back to you, Dopey."
"You've got my vote."
"Thanks."
He joined his room-mates under the tree, looking over the heads to the windows of Durfee where he saw Jean Story with her father and mother. Presently, seeking everywhere, she saw him. Their eyes met, he lifted his cap, she nodded slightly. From that moment he knew she would see no one else.
"Let's keep together," said Regan. "Lock arms."
The four stood close together, arms gripped, resisting the press that crushed them together, speaking no more, hearing about them the curious babble of the underclassmen.
"That's Regan."
"Story'll go first."