“Well, that isn’t very far away, is it?” asked Dan cheerfully.
“N—no, not so very,” replied the other doubtfully.
“I should say not. I dare say you left home only three or four hours ago, eh?”
“Twelve o’clock.”
“Well, I started yesterday afternoon,” said Dan. “I had to come all the way from Ohio. That beats you, doesn’t it?”
The younger boy nodded. Then:
“We have a fellow in our house who comes from California,” he announced proudly.
“And that beats me,” laughed Dan. “Well, here we are.” He took up his bag and clambered out. “Come over and see me this evening, Merrow, if you get too lonesome; 28 Clarke’s my room. Cheer up.”
He left his bag on the steps of Oxford while he sought the office to register.
“Back early,” said Mr. Forisher, the secretary.