believe he gets any at college."

"I wonder what Nancy would say if she could have seen Walter presiding
at the supper, and heard the songs?" thought Doctor Mack.




CHAPTER IV

THE DAY AFTER THE FEAST


The same morning, in a comfortably furnished room in Simpson Hall,
sat, or rather lounged, Walter Sherwood.

"I feel sleepy this morning, Gates," he said to his chum. "I can't fix
my mind on this confounded logic."

"No wonder, Sherwood. You have good reason to be tired after last
evening."

"That's so! We had a good time, though. I am sorry you couldn't accept
my invitation."

"I couldn't afford it, Sherwood. You know we are very differently
situated. You are rich, while I am the oldest son of a country
minister, with all I can do to get through college. As it is, I shall
be in debt."