"I have none, sir. I have about five dollars, sir; will that suffice?" "We shall see, Roland." Dr. Kingsley had a sudden call for his handkerchief. Blowing his nose violently, he recovered his equanimity. He sent for the Janitor--"Show this boy to the small attic room, No. 70, and see that he is well attended to, Mr. James. Remain here one moment, Roland;" and the good man hurried Mr. James out into the hall--"Be kind to this boy; he is made of noble stuff--don't let the fellows impose upon him; he is poor as a church mouse; but he is proud, and brave as a lion." Mr. James conducted Roland to his little attic, where he soon deposited his worldly goods; and at the ringing of the supper-bell, made his first appearance among the world of students. He took a seat appointed at the foot of the room, at a side-table, among the younger boys, and glanced around him. His clothes were mean and shabby, compared with any by whom he was surrounded; but there was a quiet manly air of independence, as he sat with head thrown back, one arm leaning upon the table, and a calm straight-forward look in his eagle eye, that repelled insolence; and Roland was allowed to sit among them in silence, but without any welcome from the boys. After supper, as it was yet the time of freedom, many of the students strolled out upon the lawn. Roland took his seat under a large oak tree, alone in the great crowd. A handsome boy, dressed in the height of fashion, advanced towards our novice. "You look lonely, sir; may I ask your name?" "Roland Bruce--and yours?" "Edmund Norris. Now come and take a stroll with me." Roland joined his young companion. Several of the boys tittered at the patronage. "Ned can do as he pleases," said George Stanley; "but I am a little more cautious about my acquaintances; I dare say he is only a charity boy; I saw the poor, mean carpetbag that he brought." Edmund Norris was a petted child of wealthy parents, but he had a warm, noble heart; and remembered the day when he came as a stranger among so many. His great fault of character was want of firmness, easily led, and generous to a fault; consequently, he was a great favorite--a dangerous distinction for a college boy, with plenty of money. "You'll soon get acquainted with the boys that are worth knowing," said Edmund. "I came only to study," answered Roland; "so that I can have my books and a quiet corner, I care not for the roughness of outward circumstances." "You'll find Dr. Kingsley a fine old fellow; he's hard upon us lazy ones, keen-eyed as a fox, none need try to deceive him." "I like his few words, and kind deeds," answered Roland. "Don't get home-sick--that is a horrid feeling, and all have it at first. I dare say when you go to your room, you will go to sleep with moistened cheek, thinking of mother and home." "I have neither home nor mother; I am almost alone in this wide, wide world--none but a sister can I claim in America--good night, Mr. Norris."