“No, Second Class next year, unless I failed at my finals. You’d have to study fairly hard if you came to Yardley, but it would be lots easier than what you’re doing now, I guess. When you are going along with a lot of other fellows it doesn’t seem so bad.”
“No, that’s just it,” said Gerald aggrievedly. “There’s no fun in being the only fellow in class.”
“Has your father found a new tutor yet?”
“No.” Gerald’s face brightened. “And he can’t get one before Tuesday or Wednesday, anyhow. That gives me three days more vacation, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, if he doesn’t come until Wednesday,” answered Dan with a smile at the younger boy’s delight.
“Say,” said Gerald presently, “are you going to room with that Jones fellow next year?”
“Not if I—no, I don’t think so.” Dan was silent an instant, thinking hard. Then, “I tell you what,” he said. “You get your father to let you come to Yardley and then, if you like, you and I’ll arrange to room together. That is, if your father wanted you to.”
“Will you do that?” cried Gerald eagerly. “That would be fine! I’ll ask him to-day! He thinks you’re great, Vinton; he said so the other night. If I tell him I can room with you, maybe he will let me go! Come on, there he is on the terrace!”