“Hello, are you all alone?” he asked. “Where’s Rob?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t seen him since English 3. Have you got moved?”
“Yes. I thought perhaps you’d like to come over and see my room.”
“I would,” said Evan.
“It isn’t quite as nice as my other place,” explained Malcolm as they crossed the corridor together, “but it fixes up rather well, I think. And it’s going to be peachy not having any one in with me.”
“Well,” exclaimed Evan as he paused inside the door of 36 and looked about him, “I didn’t see your other room, but if it beat this it must have been a wonder! Gee, but you’ve got a lot of dandy truck! Where did you get all the pictures? Is that couch yours? It looks good enough to sleep on.”
“Sit down,” invited Malcolm. “Try that wicker chair. Most of these things I brought up with me when I came, although I’ve fetched one or two things since then. Glad you like my pictures.”
“I like everything,” replied Evan warmly. “It looks—it looks almost like home! I don’t see how you ever got fixed up so quickly. Why didn’t you let me help you?”
“Oh, it wasn’t any bother, and I liked doing it. Besides, I reckon you were pretty busy playing foot-ball, weren’t you? There’s Rob, I think. I’ll call him in.”
[“Talk about your palatial mansions!” exclaimed Rob] as he surveyed the room. “I tell you what, Evan; we’ll use this for our parlor and all sleep in 32.”