"Just like a barber shop," flashed across Hugh's mind as he entered the tiny office.
An old-young man was sitting behind a desk shuffling papers. He glanced up as Hugh came in and motioned him to a chair beside him. Hugh sat down and stared at his feet.
"Um, let's see. Your name's—what?"
"Carver, sir. Hugh Carver."
The adviser, Professor Kane, glanced at some notes. "Oh, yes, from Merrytown High School, fully accredited. Are you taking an A. B. or a B. S.?"
"I—I don't know."
"You have to have one year of college Latin for a B. S. and at least two years of Greek besides for an A. B."
"Oh!" Hugh was frightened and confused. He knew that his father was an A. B., but he had heard the high-school principal say that Greek was useless nowadays. Suddenly he remembered: the principal had advised him to take a B. S.; he had said that it was more practical.
"I guess I'd better take a B. S.," he said softly. "Very well." Professor Kane, who hadn't yet looked at Hugh, picked up a schedule card. "Any middle name?" he asked abruptly.
"Yes, sir—Meredith."