“It doesn’t matter a bit,” declared Barry. “Fact is, I’ve got a table coming and Nott is quite welcome to this one.” Toby Nott looked his gratitude and pulled his bath-robe more decorously about him. Most of the buttons were gone and eternal vigilance was the price of modesty. Mrs. Lyle said, “Well――” relievedly and yielded. Outside again, with Toby Nott’s door firmly closed on their retreat, she shook her head, sighed, and then smiled as one who realizes her weakness. “I suppose I ought to have made him put it back,” she said. “If Betty were here―― She’s the only one who can do anything with him. If it weren’t for Betty he’d have――have――goodness gracious! I don’t know what he wouldn’t have in there! He’s a dear boy, though. Well, now, if everything isn’t satisfactory―― Of course you won’t find things here as you’re used to them at home, but we do want you to be comfortable, and if there’s anything I’ve forgotten――” Mrs. Lyle was interrupted by the expressman. Barry yielded his check, left a half-dollar with the landlady, washed up, and hurried off toward school, already late for his appointment with Clyde. The school grounds began a stone’s throw from the Lyle house, their limit marked by a stone wall which, reaching the road, became more ornamental as it turned and went on to the nearer of the two gates. Stone pillars guarded the entrance, and on the left-hand one was a modest panel bearing the announcement: “BROADMOOR SCHOOL――EST. 1886.” The curving driveway was lined with maples and as they still held their leaves, it was not until Barry had progressed some distance that he obtained a real view of the buildings. Rather plain, they were, conservatively Colonial all. Croft, toward which the drive led, was a large structure of red brick with gray-stone trim, its slate roof broken in the center by a squat belfry. Farther back and to the left was Dawson Hall, newer but so wrapped about in ivy as to seem a contemporary of the original building. Occupying a similar location to the right was Meddill, the other dormitory. Bates, most recent of all, stood behind Croft, completing the quadrangle. Viewed under the ruddy rays of the sinking sun, shaded here and there by elms and maples, the buildings looked friendly and hospitable, and Barry’s heart warmed to them. Maybe he was going to like Broadmoor, after all!