And then the day came.
Andy, spruce and trim in a new suit, had sent on his trunk, and, with his valise in hand, bade his parents and sister good-bye.
The family was still at the summer cottage, which would not be closed for another month. Then they would go back to Dunmore.
Yale was calling to Andy, and one hazy September morning he took the train that, by dint of making several changes, would land him in New Haven.
“And at Yale!” murmured Andy as the engine puffed away from the dingy station. “I’m off for Yale at last!”
CHAPTER IX
ON THE CAMPUS
Andy’s train rolled into the New Haven station shortly before dusk. On the way the new student had been surreptitiously “sizing up” certain other young men in the car with him, trying to decide whether or not they were Yale students. One was, he had set that down as certain—a quiet, studious-looking lad, who seemed poring over a book and papers.