“Joint?”
“Yes, your room, you know.”
“Oh,” said Shult. He gave an address that Stowell had never heard of. “I’m usually in at night,” he added.
They parted, and Stowell joined the two grinning freshmen inside. Their names were Clinton and Hazlett.
“Who’s your handsome friend?” asked one.
“Looks like a genius,” laughed the other. “What’s his line?”
“Mittens,” answered Stowell, gravely.
“What?”
“Mittens.”
Then the green door swung behind him.