Later in the afternoon Mr. Baronson, Baldwin's superior in the Griswold, dropped in with a friendly inquiry. Young Mr. Baldwin was gazing out of the window in indulgent amusement. Mr. Baronson, following his gaze, beheld, in the far campus, Hickey and Egghead rolling over each other like two trick bears. "Well, Baldwin, how goes it?" said Baronson genially. "Splendidly. The boys are more than friendly. We shall get on famously." "'_Danaos timeo et dona ferentes_,'" said Baronson shrewdly. "Oh----" Baldwin objected. "Yes, yes--I'm an old fogy--old style," said Baronson, cutting in, "but it's based on good scientific researches, Baldwin. I just dropped in for a hint or two, which you won't pay attention to--never mind. When you've lived with the young human animal as long as I have, you won't have any illusions. He doesn't want to be enlightened. He hasn't the slightest desire to be educated. He isn't educated. He never will be. His memory simply _detains_ for a short while, a larger and larger number of facts--Latin, Greek, history, mathematics, it's all the same--facts, nothing but facts. He remembers when he is compelled to, but he is supremely bored by the performance. All he wants is to grow, to play and to get into sufficient mischief. My dear fellow, treat him as a splendid young savage, who breaks a rule for the joy of matching his wits against yours, and don't take him seriously, as you are in danger of doing. Don't let him take you seriously or he will lead you to a cropper." Ernest Garrison Baldwin did not deign to reply--the voice of the older generation, of course! He was of the new, he would replace old prejudices with new methods. There were a great many things in the world he intended to change--among others this whole antagonistic spirit of education. So he remained silent, and looked very dignified. Baronson studied him, saw the workings of his mind, and smiled. "Never were at boarding-school, were you?" he asked. "No," said Baldwin, drily. Baronson gave a glance at the study, remarked the advanced note in the shelves, and went to the door. "After all," he said, with his hand on the knob, "the first year, Baldwin, we learn more than we teach." "Gee! I think it's an awful bore," said the Gutter Pup. "I don't see it either," said the Egghead. "Who started it?" asked Turkey Reiter. "Hickey and Elder Brother Baldwin," said the Egghead. "Hickey's improving his stand." "Hickey, boy," said Butcher Stevens, professionally, "you're consorting with awful low company." "Hickey, you are getting to be a greasy grind," said the Gutter Pup. "I am, am I," said Hickey indignantly. "I'd like to know if I'm not a patriot. I'd like to know if I'm not responsible for the atmosphere of brotherly love and the dove of peace that floats around Baldwin's classroom. I'd like to know if I'm not responsible for his calling us up alphabetically, regular order, every other day, no suspicion, perfect trust--mutual confidence. Am I right?"