As a matter of course Watts was grateful for the timely assistance, and was not slow either to say or show it. He told his own set of fellows that he was “going to take that Stirling up and make him one of us,” and Watts had a remarkable way of doing what he chose. At first Peter did not respond to the overtures and insistance of the handsome, well-dressed, free-spending, New York swell. He was too conscious of the difference between himself and Watts’s set, to wish or seek identification with them. But no one who ever came under Watts’s influence could long stand out against his sunny face and frank manner, and so Peter eventually allowed himself to be “taken up.” Perhaps the resistance encountered only whetted Watts’s intention. He was certainly aided by Peter’s isolation. Whether the cause was single or multiple, Peter was soon in a set from which many a seemingly far more eligible fellow was debarred. Strangely enough, it did not change him perceptibly. He still plodded on conscientiously at his studies, despite laughter and attempts to drag him away from them. He still lived absolutely within the comfortable allowance that his mother gave him. He still remained the quiet, serious looking fellow of yore. The “gang,” as they styled themselves, called him “kill-joy,” “graveyard,” or “death’s head,” in their evening festivities, but Peter only puffed at his pipe good-naturedly, making no retort, and if the truth had really been spoken, not a man would have changed him a particle. His silence and seriousness added the dash of contrast needed to make the evening perfect. All joked him. The most popular verse in a class-song Watts wrote, was devoted to burlesquing his soberness, the gang never tiring of singing at all hours and places: “Goodness gracious! Who’s that in the ‘yard’ a yelling in the rain? That’s the boy who never gave his mother any pain, But now his moral character is sadly on the wane, ’Tis little Peter Stirling, bilin’ drunk again. Oh, the Sunday-school boy, His mamma’s only joy, Is shouting drunk as usual, and raising Cain!” Yet joke Peter as they would, in every lark, be it drive, sail, feed, drink, or smoke, whoever’s else absence was commented upon, his never passed unnoticed. In Sophomore year, Watts, without quite knowing why, proposed that they should share rooms. Nor would he take Peter’s refusal, and eventually succeeded in reversing it. “I can’t afford your style of living,” Peter had said quietly, as his principal objection.