They shook in turn, looking into each other's eyes with that quick appraising glance that means so much. Andy liked all three. He hoped they would like him. "So this is your hangout, eh, Dunk?" asked Ted, when the little formality of introduction was over. "Yes, Andy had this picked out and kindly agreed to share it with me." "I sure was glad to!" said Andy, heartily. "Some swell little joint," commented Thad Warburton, looking around. "Wait until we get her fixed up," advised Dunk. "Then we'll have something to show you! I haven't decided on a bed yet," he added to Dick. "Pick out the one you want." "I'm not particular. They all look alike to me." "Yes, they're just the same. Fed your face yet?" "No, but I'm hungry. Thought I'd wait for you." "Say, where is your eating joint?" asked Thad. "I haven't picked out one yet," answered Andy. "I was thinking of going to the Hall----" "Oh, that's no fun!" cried Bob. "Come with us. We have a swell place. Run by one of our Andover crowd. Good grub and a nice bunch of fellows." "I'm willing," agreed Andy. "We could try it for a while," assented Dunk, "and if we didn't like it we could switch to the University Hall. What do you say, Andy?" "I'm with you. The sooner the quicker. I'm starved." "All right, then, we'll let the room go until after grub. I was going to stick up a few of my things, but they can wait. Get your trunk, Andy?" "Did it come? I gave a man the check." "Not yet. Sounds like it now." There was a bumping and thumping out in the corridor, and an expressman came in with Andy's baggage. It was stowed away in a corner and then the five lads prepared to set out for the "eating joint." "It's around on York street, not far from Morey's," volunteered Thad. "Oh, yes, Morey's!" exclaimed Andy. "I've heard lots about that joint. I wish we could get in there." "No freshman need apply," quoted Dunk, with a laugh. "That's for our betters. We'll get there some day." "Oh, I say----" began Ted, as they were about to go out. He looked at Andy rather queerly. "What is it?" asked our hero, with a frank laugh. "Am I togged up wrong?" "Your--er--derby," said Bob, obviously not liking to mention it. "Oh, yes, that's right!" chimed in Dunk. "Hope you don't mind, Andy, but a cap or a crusher would be in better form." Andy noticed that the others had on soft hats. "Sure," he said. "I was going to get one. I had a soft hat at Milton, but it's all initialed, and covered with dates from down there. I don't suppose that would go here." "Hardly," agreed Dunk. "I've got an odd one, though. Stick it on until you get yours," and he hauled a soft hat from under a pile of things on his dresser. Andy hung up his offending derby and clapped the other on the back of his head. Then the five sallied forth, locking the door behind them.