“Well, to tell the truth, Ray, I came over here to ask you the very same question. I saw this one solitary light burning, and I was drawn to it like a bug on a summer night.”
“Come in and sit down,” he answered heartily. “I was pegging away at mathematics, and you know how I hate it. I was just wishing that some one would stroll in and vary the monotony when I heard your step.”
“How are you making out with your preparation?” I asked, sitting down on the sofa.
“Very well. I am losing no time—at it every minute, and I think I will win my place. Mathematics is all that troubles me. You know they examine us on the past two years’ work, and I find myself dreadfully rusty in my Junior year studies.”
“I pity you heartily,” I answered, “and I know how you feel, for I am looking forward already to my own examinations three weeks from now. Why, that looks like a trigonometry,” I added, pointing to the book that lay on the desk before him.
“It is,” he answered. “I am brushing up my Junior year work, and, as I said, I find myself very rusty.”
“Well, I’m not,” I said, rising quickly, “for that is just what I am studying now. Here, let us tackle it together. I can help you along faster, for I have it all fresh in my mind. Besides, it will serve me for preparation for my own examination.”
“Will you do that?” asked Ray.
“Why, certainly. I don’t want to waste your time talking. Let us put our heads together, and I will help you finish up your Junior year work.”
“All right, Harry, that’s a capital idea. Make up your mind to stay here tonight, and we will do up the whole thing while we are at it. Throw off your coat, and draw up your chair. Here is a pencil and some paper.”