"But about our rooms," insisted Frank gently. "We don't know where to go."
"Why, take the same rooms you had last year," said Dr. Doolittle, in evident surprise at the question. "Yes, the same rooms. Hum!"
Once more he was about to turn away.
"But we weren't here last year!" exclaimed Andy.
"Oh, no. You're right. So you weren't. I remember now. I knew there was something about you that I was trying to recall. Well, just go up to the main dormitory, and report to the housekeeper, Mrs. Stone. She will assign you to rooms. I am very glad to have met you. Hum! Yes! I hope you will like it here. We have a very fine school," and this time the doctor succeeded in getting away. He was deep in his book once more.
"I think he must be a bit absent-minded," said Frank.
"You think it!" exclaimed Andy. "I know it. He's a nice old man all right, but—a 'fine school'! Wow! This is the limit, and there may be worse to come. Let's go see Mrs. Stone. I hope she's not as hard as her name. But I don't know as there's any hurry. There doesn't appear to be any great rush for the sleeping quarters."
There were several groups of students in view now, but none of them seemed to be in any hurry. In fact there was a listlessness about the whole school that boded no good.
"Well, come on, anyhow," suggested Frank. "We want to get settled and then look about. I hope they have plenty for supper. I'm half starved."
"Same here. Gee! But this is a lonesome place!"