evidently had a technique and breadth of experience quite unknown to
Merrytown. He wanted badly to hear more, but time was flying and he
hadn't even begun to unpack.

"Will you help me bring up my trunk?" he asked half shyly.

"Oh, hell, yes. I'd forgotten all about that. Come on."

They spent the rest of the afternoon unpacking, arranging and
rearranging the furniture and pictures. They found a restaurant and had
dinner. Then they returned to 19 Surrey and rearranged the furniture
once more, pausing occasionally to chat while Carl smoked. He offered
Hugh a cigarette. Hugh explained that he did not smoke, that he was a
sprinter and that the coaches said that cigarettes were bad for a
runner.

"Right-o," said Carl, respecting the reason thoroughly. "I can't run
worth a damn myself, but I'm not bad at tennis--not very good, either.
Say, if you're a runner you ought to make a fraternity easy. Got your
eye on one?"

"Well," said Hugh, "my father's a Nu Delt."

"The Nu Delts. Phew! High-hat as hell." He looked at Hugh enviously.
"Say, you certainly are set. Well, my old man never went to college, but
I want to tell you that he left us a whale of a lot of jack when he
passed out a couple of years ago."

"What!" Hugh exclaimed, staring at him in blank astonishment.