"I do hope Phil can rig up some scheme so we can move the sofa," murmured the occupant of the easy chair. "That's like part of ourselves now. It will make the new room seem more like home. I wonder where Sid can be? This is more of his moving than it is Phil's, but Sid always manages to get out of hard work. Phil is anxious to room with us, I guess." Tom Parsons stretched his legs out a little farther, and let his gaze once more roam about the room. Suddenly he uttered an exclamation, as his eye caught sight of something on the wall. "Came near forgetting that," he said as he arose, amid another cloud of dust from the chair, and removed from a spot on the wall, behind the door, the picture of a pretty girl. "I never put that there," he went on, as he wiped the dust from the photograph, and turned it over to look at the name written on the back--Madge Tyler. "Sid must have done that for a joke. He thought I'd forget it, and leave it for some freshy to make fun of. Not much! I got ahead of you that time, Sid, my boy. Queer how he doesn't like girls," added Tom, with the air of an expert. "Well, probably it's just as well he doesn't take too much to Madge, for----" But Tom's musings, which were getting rather sentimental, were interrupted by the entrance of Phil Clinton. Phil had under one arm some boards, while in one hand he carried a hammer, and in the other some nails. "Just the cheese," he announced. "Now we'll have this thing fixed up in jig time. Hasn't Sid Henderson showed up?" "No. I guess he's over to the new room. He took his books and left some time ago. Maybe he's studying." "Not much!" exclaimed Phil. "I wish he'd come and help move. Some of this stuff is his." "Most of it is. I'm glad you're going to help, or I'd never have the courage to shift. Well, let's get the sofa fixed. I doubt if we can make it hold together, though." "Yes, we can. I'll show you." Phil went to work in earnest. He was an athletic-looking chap, of generous size, and one of the best runners at Randall College. He was one of Tom Parson's particular chums, the other being Sidney Henderson. Tom and Sid, of whom more will be told presently, had roomed together during their freshman year at Randall, and Phil's apartment was not far away. Toward the close of the term the three boys were much together, Phil spending more time in the room of Tom and Sid than he did in his own. In this way he became very much attached to the old chair and sofa, which formed two of the choicest possessions of the lads.