"You mean the fellow I'm going to room with?" he asked.
"Exactly! Faculty has indeed been good to you, Clint. You will take up your abode with a youth in whom all the virtues and--and excellencies--"
"Who is he?" demanded Clint suspiciously.
"His name"--Amy drew close and dropped his voice to an awed and thrilling whisper--"his name is--Are you prepared?"
"Go on. Ill try to stand it."
"His name, then, is Amory Munson Byrd!"
"Amory Mun--"
"--son Byrd!"
"You mean--I'm in with you?"
"I mean just that, O fortunate youth! Forward, sir! Allow me to conduct you to your apartment!" And, putting his arm through Clint's, he dragged that astonished youth into dormitory.