"Come again, Sis. Get out your little hammer, and join the anvil chorus!" sarcastically commented Andy. "No, but really," went on Mrs. Blair, "wouldn't a private house be quieter, Andy?" "Not much more so, I believe," spoke the prospective Yale freshman. "When there's any excitement going on those in the private houses get as much of it as those in the college buildings. But, as a matter of fact, when there's nothing on--like a big game or some of the rushes--Yale is as quiet as the average Sunday school. "Why, the day I was there I walked all around and nothing happened. The fellows came and went, and seemed very quiet, not to say meek. I walked over the campus, and I expected every minute some big brute of a sophomore would smash my hat down over my eyes, and give a 'Rah! Rah!' yell. But nothing like that happened. It was sort of disappointing." "Well, you need quiet if you're going to study," went on Mrs. Blair. She had an idea that Yale was a sort of higher-grade boarding school, it seemed. "Then I'll decide on Wright Hall," remarked Andy. "That is, if I can get in." Then followed some correspondence which resulted in Andy being informed that a room on the campus side of Wright Hall, and on the second floor, was available. The only trouble was that it was a double room, and Andy would have to share it with another student. "Hum!" he exclaimed when he had this information. "Now I'm up against it once more. Who can I get to go in with me? I don't want to take a total stranger, and yet I guess I'll have to." "You might advertise for a roommate?" suggested his mother. "I guess they don't do things that way at Yale," spoke Andy, with a smile. "Why don't you wait until you get there, and maybe you'll find somebody in the same fix you are?" asked Bertha. "I guess that is good advice," remarked Andy. "I'll take a run down there some time before term opening, and maybe I can get some nice chap wished on me. If Tom, or Chet, or some of the Milton lads, were coming to Yale it would be all right." "Didn't any of them pick out Yale?" asked Mr. Blair. "Not as far as I know." "Oh, well, I guess you'll make out all right, son. A good roommate is a fine companion to have, so I hope you won't be disappointed. But there's no hurry." The long summer vacation was at hand. Andy's people were to go to a lake resort, and soon after coming home from Milton, Andy, with his mother and sister, was installed in a comfortable cottage. Mr. Blair would come up over week-ends. Chet Anderson and Tom Hatfield were at a nearby resort, so Andy knew he was in for a good summer of fun. And he was not disappointed. He and his chums spent much time on the water, living in their bathing suits for whole days at a time. But I will not weary you with a description of the various things they did. Sufficient to say that the vacation was like a good many others Andy had enjoyed, and expected to enjoy again. Nothing in particular happened.