There was a winding driveway that encircled Main Hall and led on one side to East Hall and on the other to West Hall. The third dormitory, known as Beecher, stood nearer the front of the campus. Tad, however, didn’t trouble to follow the curve of the gravel road, but struck off straight for the gate. There were several small signs near at hand bearing the words: “Keep Off The Grass.” Rodney nodded at one.
“Don’t those mean anything, Mudge?” he inquired.
Tad glanced at them contemptuously. “Oh, those!” he answered. “Those are for the faculty.”
A gate at the back of the campus opened into Maple Street. Tad led the way across the leaf-strewn road and through another gate opposite. Here a wide walk ran straight between hedges. On one side was a stone and shingle cottage, which Tad explained was Doctor Farron’s residence. Rodney couldn’t see much of it for the shrubbery, but what little was visible looked very attractive. A little further along there was a break in the hedge, and another path led across an expanse of turf to a two story building with a copper-roofed turret in the center. This Rodney recognized as the building he had seen above the trees from his window.
“That’s the gym,” said Tad. “It’s a peach, too. We’ll have a look at it after practice.”
“Are those tennis courts beyond there?” asked Rodney.
“Yes. Do you play?”
“Yes, do you?”
“I taught McLoughlin all he knows,” laughed Tad. “We’ll have a game some day. Take you on to-morrow morning if you like.”