without even a hint of trouble--understand how
worse than foolish it would be to attempt to antagonize the upper
class men.
"You come from the same place that Prescott and Holmes do, don't
you?" asked Anstey, one afternoon, as the roommates rested from
study.
"I'm glad to say I don't," replied Bert, almost brusquely.
"Oh!" nodded Anstey.
"I suppose we've got to be comrades, now, but I don't like that pair
an over-lot," Bert explained.
"Odd! Most of the new plebes like Prescott and Holmes all the way
up, and then all the way down again," murmured Anstey seriously.
"For myself, I don't know any two fellows in the new lot
that I like better."
"Oh, I guess they're all right in a good many ways," admitted Bert
slowly. "Only we never managed to hitch--that's all. You asked me
if I came from the same place. I used to live in Gridley, but
I--er--well, I went away to Fordham to another school. My father had
a summer place in Fordham, and he took up his voting residence in
Fordham, though spending a good part of his winters in Gridley.
That's how I'm credited to Fordham, not Gridley.
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