Harvard University -- Fiction; Love stories; Plantations -- Virginia -- Fiction; Youth -- Fiction
“Of course,” he allowed, “you have to keep up with things after a
fashion, for there are the mid-years; but you’ll soon find out just
how much work is necessary. Lots of fellows loaf until just before the
exams and then turn to and grind and take seminars, but I’ve made up my
mind to do a little every day, you know, and keep up with the course
of events, as it were. Besides, it costs like the very deuce to be
coached. Why, there are some coaches ask twenty and even twenty-five
dollars for a seminar, and get it, too! Laurence says he was broke for
six months after the mid-years last winter.”
“I couldn’t afford that,” said Phillip, thoughtfully. “But I reckon
I’ll follow your plan and keep up with things. I suppose I’m going to
have hard work, for I had an awful time passing the exams.”
“Oh, well, that doesn’t cut much ice,” answered Baker. “It’s hard to
get into this old place, but fairly easy to get along afterward.
Now, some of the other colleges let you in easy, they say, and you’re
tickled to death and think you’ve got nothing to do but look pretty.
But you find that you’ve got to study like the deuce to stay there, and
you wish exams hadn’t been so soft and that you’d learned a lot more
before you came. Do you like theatres?”
“Yes, immensely; although I’ve never been a great deal.”
“No more have I――that is, not such a lot. I’ve seen pretty much
everything good, but there’s a lot of jolly nonsense I’ve missed. I’m
going to change that. I love melodrama. Did you ever see ‘The Great
Northwest’? or ‘The Convict’s Daughter’? or ‘The Great White Diamond’?”
Phillip shook his head apologetically. Somehow, he felt rather small
and unimportant in the presence of the easy-mannered, laughing-eyed
youth before him.
“And there are usually some jolly good burlesque shows in town. And I’m
going to see ‘Florodora’ and ‘San Toy’ and ‘Miss Simplicity’ when they
come. Guy and I and two or three other dubs are going in to the Museum
Friday night; want to come along? We’d be glad to have you.”
“Thanks,” answered Phillip, doubtfully. “I don’t believe――――”
“Oh, poppycock, of course you’ll come. I’ll get a seat for you, anyhow.
That reminds me, I must do it to-day. You get them at Thurston’s and
have them charged and they cost about a thousand dollars apiece. It’s
very convenient.”
“Well, I’ll go then,” laughed Phillip. “I only hesitated because I
haven’t been going around to things much lately. You see, my father
died only last winter. But I should like to go if you’re sure your
friends won’t mind.”
“They’ll be tickled into convulsions,” declared Baker. “Well, I guess
we’ll have to go and try another stunt. It’s five minutes of.”
They passed out together and parted company in front of University.
“Come and see me often,” commanded Baker. “Let’s set things humming.
And we’ll stop for you at your joint to-morrow afternoon about
three-thirty.”
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