“I reckon it would be better for the lower men,” laughed Phillip, “but it might be a bit of a bore to the upper. We freshies are a kiddish lot, you know――that is, most of us. Some aren’t. There’s Guy Bassett. He seems more like a fellow of twenty-five or six than a freshman, he’s so kind of serious and――and smart.” “I’ve heard of Bassett,” yawned John. “Came from Exeter. I believe he’s about twenty. His folks sent him to school when he was fourteen and he stayed there until Christmas, and then disappeared from human ken for the space of eighteen months or so. When they heard from him next he was in Melbourne, having, I think, gone pretty well around two sides of the globe on a schooner. At least, that’s the yarn Larry Baker tells.” “Really? I’d never heard that,” answered Phillip. “I reckon that accounts for his seeming so old and――experienced.” “I daresay. What kind of a chap is he now? Quiet or――er――up to things?” “Oh, quiet, I’d call him. He plays football, you know. He’s on the freshman second, and I reckon he’ll make the first before the Yale game. Yes, he seems quiet enough. He rooms with a fellow named Boerick――an awful beast.” “Yes, I’ve met Boerick,” laughed John. “This is his second year as a freshie. He _is_ a beast, isn’t he? Awful cad. His father has gobs of money; made it in the clothing business in New York. You can see his ads. any old day in the papers: ‘Now then, how about a new overcoat for winter? Getting chilly, isn’t it? Have you seen our nobby Newmarkets in English worsteds? We like them ourselves; maybe you would if you saw them. Only thing is, when they’re gone――and they’re going fast――there won’t be any more. A word to the wise!’ _That’s_ the style, you know; that beastly familiar style that always makes me want to kick somebody.” Phillip laughed. “Talking of clothing,” he said presently, “I’ve had some new things made, and they’ve cost an awful lot of money. I didn’t know things were so high.” “It’s a way they have hereabouts,” answered John. “If you want to get anything at a reasonable price the best plan is to make affidavit that you’re a car conductor or a coal-heaver or something of that sort; anything save a Harvard student. The shopkeepers think we’re fair game for anything. Try it next time, Phil.” “I reckon there won’t be any next time,” answered Phillip ruefully; “at any rate, not for a good while. Fact is, I’m pretty well cleaned out.” “Yes? I presume what Davy calls ‘boarding and baiting’ is costing more than you thought it would?” “N――no; it’s――it’s the other things, you see: clothes and belonging to things, like the Shooting Club, and―――― Oh, I don’t know; there’s always something!”