“Glad to know you. My name’s Blair—Andy Blair.”
They shook hands, and then followed the usual embarrassed pause. Neither knew what to say next. Finally Duncan broke the silence by asking:
“Got your room yet?”
“Up there,” and Andy pointed to it.
“Gee! That’s all right—a peach! I’m up a stump myself.”
“How so?”
“Well, I’ve about taken one in Pierson Hall, but it’s a double one, and I’ve got to share it with a fellow I don’t take much of a leaning to. He’s a stranger to me. I like it better here, though. Better view of the campus.”
“I’m about in the same boat,” he said. “That’s a double room of mine up there in Wright, and I haven’t a chum yet. I don’t know what to do. Of course I’m a stranger to you, but if you’d like to share my joint——”
“Friend Andy, say no more!” interrupted Duncan. “Lead me to thy apartment!”