"Now we'll take the old armchair over," proposed Tom, when he and his chums had reached the room they were vacating. "I guess I can manage that alone. You fellows carry some of the other paraphernalia." Phil and Sid prepared to load themselves down with gloves, balls, bats, foils and various articles of sport. Before he left with the chair, Tom observed Sid looking behind the door as if for something. "It's not there, old man. I took it down," said the pitcher, and he patted the pocket that held Madge Tyler's photograph. "You thought you'd make me forget it, didn't you?" "Do you mean to say you're going to stick girls' pictures up in our new room?" asked Sid. "Not girls' pictures, in general," replied Tom, "but one in particular." "You make me tired!" exclaimed Sid, who cared little for feminine society. "You needn't look at it if you don't like," responded his chum. "But I call her a pretty girl, don't you, Phil?" "She's an all right looker," answered the other with such enthusiasm that Tom glanced at him a trifle sharply. "She's no prettier than Phil's sister," declared Sid. "Have you a sister?" demanded Tom. Phil bowed in assent. "Why didn't you say so before?" asked Tom grumblingly. "Because you never asked me." "Where is she?" "Going to Fairview this term, I believe." "So is Madge--I mean Miss Tyler," burst out Tom. "I'd like to meet her, Phil; your sister, I mean." "Say, you're a regular Mormon!" expostulated Sid. "If we're going to get this moving done, let's do it, and not talk about girls. You fellows make me sick!" "Wait until he gets bitten by the bug," said Tom with a laugh, as he shouldered the easy chair. It took the lads several trips to transfer all their possessions, but at last it was accomplished, and they sat in the new room in the midst of "confusion worse confounded," as Holly Cross remarked when he looked in on them. Their goods were scattered all over, and the three beds in the room were piled high with them. "It's a much nicer place than the old room," declared Tom. "It will be when we get it fixed up," added Phil. "I s'pose that means sticking a lot of girls' photos on the wall, some of those crazy banners they embroidered for you, a lot of ribbons, and such truck," commented Sid disgustedly. "I tell you fellows one thing, though, and that is if you go to cluttering up this room too much, I'll have something to say. I'm not going to live in a cozy corner, nor yet a den. I want a decent room." "Oh, you can have one wall space to decorate in any style you like," said Tom. "Yes; he'll probably adopt the early English or the late French style," declared Phil, "and have nothing but a calendar on it. Well, every one to his notion. Hello, the alarm clock has stopped," and he began to shake it vigorously. "Easy with it!" cried Tom. "Do you want to jar the insides loose?"