The Summer wore on. The dog-days came and there loomed in the distance the Fall months. Tom had called on Andy one day, and they went out in the canoe together. "Well, it will soon be study-grind again," remarked Tom, as he sent the light boat under a fringe of bushes out of the sun. "Yes, and I won't be sorry," spoke Andy. "I'm anxious to see what life at Yale is like. I've got to take a run down in a week or so, to fix up about my room. You haven't heard of anyone I know who is going to be a freshman there; do you?" "No, but I saw an old friend of yours the other day." "You did! Who?" "Remember that little actress you did the fireman-save-my-child act for this Spring?" "Miss Fuller? Sure I do. Did you see her?" "I did." "Where?" "Oh, at a vaudeville theater. She remembered me, too." "Did she ask for me?" "Naturally. I told her you were going to Yale, and she said she might see you there." "How?" "Why, she's playing a couple of weeks early in October at Poli's. You want to look her up." "I sure will. You saw the mackinaw she sent me?" "Yes, it'll come in handy for Yale. I wish I was with you, but I'm wished on to Cornell--I yell!" "Oh, well, we can't all go to the same place, but it sure would be fine if we could." Then they began to talk of the old days at Milton, until the shadows lengthened over the lake and it was time to paddle back to the cottage. Andy took a run down to New Haven the next week, and made his final arrangements. He was walking about the now deserted quadrangle, looking up at the window of the room he had selected in Wright Hall, when he was aware that a youth of his own age was doing the same thing. Something seemed to attract Andy to this stranger. There was a frank, open, ingenuous look in his face that Andy liked. And there was that in the air and manner of the lad which told he came of no common stock. His clothing betokened the work of a fashionable tailor, though the garments were quiet, and just a shade off the most up-to-date mode. "Are you a student here?" asked the stranger of Andy. "No, but I expect to be. I'm going to start in." "So am I. Chamber is my name--Duncan Chamber, though I'm always called Dunk for short." "Glad to know you. My name's Blair--Andy Blair." They shook hands, and then followed the usual embarrassed pause. Neither knew what to say next. Finally Duncan broke the silence by asking: "Got your room yet?" "Up there," and Andy pointed to it. "Gee! That's all right--a peach! I'm up a stump myself." "How so?" "Well, I've about taken one in Pierson Hall, but it's a double one, and I've got to share it with a fellow I don't take much of a leaning to. He's a stranger to me. I like it better here, though. Better view of the campus." Andy took a sudden resolve.