Kenneth took up his suit case again.
"I trust not, sir," he said. Mr. Whipple blinked behind his glasses.
"Smoking is, of course, prohibited at Hilltop."
"I think it is at most schools," Kenneth replied gravely.
"Oh, undoubtedly! I am to understand, then, that you are not even in the least addicted to the habit?"
"Well, sir, it isn't likely you'll ever catch me at it," said Kenneth imperturbably. The instructor flushed angrily.
"I hope not," he said in a silky voice, "I sincerely hope not, Garwood—for your sake!"
He started up the stairs and Kenneth followed, smiling wickedly. He hadn't made a very good beginning, he told himself, but Mr. Whipple irritated him intensely. After the instructor had closed the door softly and taken his departure, Kenneth sat down in an easy-chair and indulged in regrets.
"I wish I hadn't been so fresh," he muttered ruefully. "It doesn't do a fellow any good to get the teachers down on him. Not that I'm scared of that old boy, though! Dr. Randall isn't so bad, but if the rest of the teachers are like Whipple I don't want to stay. Well, dad said I needn't stay after this term if I don't like it. Guess I can stand three months, even of Whipple! I hope Brewster isn't quite as bad. Maybe, though, they'll give me another room if I kick. Don't see why I can't have a room by myself, anyhow. I guess I'll get dad to write and ask for it. Only maybe a chap in moderate circumstances like me isn't supposed to have a room all to himself."
He chuckled softly and looked about him.