Bert laughed. “They might on the other side, but they wouldn’t here, Ordway! This is School Hall. The recitation rooms and offices are on the first two floors. On the third floor there’s the assembly room where you attend chapel in the morning and hear lectures and things. On the floor above are the clubrooms: The Forum, the Literary, the Glee, and the Banjo and Mandolin. And the _Campus_, the monthly paper, has its rooms there, too. The building beyond is Manning. That’s where the juniors live. It’s about like Lothrop, only it has ten more rooms.” “The juniors live by themselves, eh? How young are they?” “Oh, we have ’em as young as twelve now and then, but that’s unusual. They’re thirteen and fourteen, mostly. The rooms downstairs on this end are Jules’s. That’s Mr. Teschner, French and German instructor. He and Mrs. Teschner have four rooms there, separate from the rest of the hall. Then Mrs. Prouty, the matron, lives on the floor above, just over them. ‘Mother Prouty,’ the fellows call her. Mr. Gring is on that floor, and Mr. Sargent on the floor above. They call Gring ‘Cupid’ and Sargent ‘Pete.’ All the faculty have pet names. Doctor Duncan――that’s his cottage there behind the trees――is ‘Charlie.’ Then there’s ‘Nell’; you’ll have him in math; his name is Nellis; and Mr. Smiley is called ‘Smiles,’ and Mr. Gibbs is ‘Gusty,’ and Mr. Rumford is ‘Jimmy,’ and Mr. Russell is ‘J. P.,’ and so on.” “I’ll have to learn them, won’t I?” asked Ordway soberly. “That’s the gymnasium there, isn’t it? I fancy it isn’t open, eh?” “I don’t believe so.” “I had a lot of fun in the summer looking at the catalogue and wondering what things would really be like. You know, you Americans have――――” “‘You Americans’?” asked Bert quizzically. Ordway laughed and colored. “I mean, _we_ Americans have a way of laying it on a bit thick, if you know what I mean. Can’t always believe all you read in the advertisements, you know. That’s why I fancied this place might not be quite up to specifications. It is, though. Everything’s just about the way the catalogue gives it.” “I guess so. Let’s go back to the room. That’s about all there is to see. Except Morris and Fuller over there. The two white houses at the corner. They’re dormitories, too. Morris has twelve fellows and Fuller eight. Some chaps like them, but I never thought I’d care for them. It’s getting a lot cooler, isn’t it?” “Yes, the breeze is bully. You’d say ‘bully,’ wouldn’t you?” he added doubtfully. “I guess so,” laughed Bert. “Or ‘great,’ or ‘fine and dandy.’ What would you say?” “Oh,” replied the other vaguely, “we might say it was ‘ripping,’ or ‘topping,’ or ‘a little bit of all right.’ ‘Bully’ wasn’t the word I meant, though. It was――――” He hesitated. Then, “Corking!” he exclaimed triumphantly. “That’s the word!” “You’ll do,” Bert laughed. “Come on up.” CHAPTER VI THE AWKWARD SQUAD