"Well, I guess none of our crowd has shown up yet," went on Tom. "I
fancied I'd be a day or so early, as I wanted to have a good pick of
rooms. Got yours, yet?"

"Sure thing. I attended to that first. But there are some fine ones
left. Come on over to Hollywood Hall, and we'll see what'll suit you.
Try and get one next to mine if you can. Are Bert and Jack going to
room with you?"

"They are if we can get a place that will hold us."

"That isn't as easy as it sounds with the way you fellows do things.
But there's one nice big study near mine."

"Then I'll just annex it. Say! But it's good to be back. The old
place hasn't changed any," and Tom looked around admiringly at the
groups of buildings that made up Elmwood Hall. His gaze strolled over
the green campus, which would soon be alive with students, and then to
the baseball diamond and the football gridiron, on which latter field
the battle of the pigskin over the chalk marks would soon be waged.

"Well, they've done some painting and fixing up during vacation," said
Morse, as he linked his arm in that of Tom and the two walked on
together toward Hollywood Hall, the official dormitory of the Sophomore
class. "The gridiron has been leveled off a bit and some new seats put
up. Land knows we needed 'em! We'll have some great games this year.
You'll play, of course, Tom?"

"Maybe--if I'm asked."