“Cathcart, I suppose. He’s the only senior on the floor. Wonder if we’re going to have a big junior class.”
“Whopping, I heard; eighty-something. Know anyone coming up?”
Bert shook his head. “No, and I’m glad I don’t. You always have to look after them, and they’re nuisances.”
“You’ll have to do the guide and mentor act for your friend Ordway,” reminded Nick, with a malicious grin. “Did you say he was an upper middler?”
“Yes.”
“I’d hate to enter a school in the middle like that,” reflected Nick. “I should think it would be hard.”
“I don’t see why.”
“Well, you don’t know anyone, in the first place. It would take most of the year to get acquainted, and then you’d only have one year left. Going to put him up for Lit?”
“I suppose so, if he wants me to. You have to do that much for a roommate, I guess.”
“When’s he coming?”