Tom Fairfield's Pluck and Luck by Allen [pseud.] Chapman
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"Oh, you'll be asked all right," laughed Morse. "Did you expect Bert
and Jack would be here?" "I didn't know but what they might. I haven't seen 'em for the last two weeks. After we closed our camp Bert went up in the country, where his folks were stopping, and Jack took a little coasting trip on a fishing boat. We were to meet here, but they must be delayed. However, school doesn't open for a day or so. But I want to get my place in shape." "Good idea. That's what I did. Well, here we are," Morse added as the two came opposite a large building. "Let's go in and see what Old Balmy has in stock." They advanced into the dormitory, being met in the lower hall by a pleasant-faced German who greeted them with: "Ach! Goot afternoons, gentlemans. Und it iss rooms vat you are seeking?" "Rooms it is, Herr Balmgester," replied Morse. "My friend, Tom Fairfield, here, wants that big one next to mine." "Vat! Dot large room for one lad?" "Oh, I've got two friends coming," explained Tom. "I had a double room over in the Ball and Bat," he added, referring to the Freshman dormitory, "but there'll be three of us here." "Ach! Dot iss goot! Two boys makes troubles," and the German monitor |
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