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Spires and Gargoyles
"Doublechocolatejiggah?Anythingelse?"
"Why—yes."
"Baconbun?"
"Why—yes."
Hemunchedfourofthese,findingthemofpleasingsavor,andthenconsumedanotherdouble-chocolatejiggerbeforeeasedescendeduponhim.Afteracursoryinspectionofthepillow-cases,leatherpennants,andGibsonGirlsthatlinedthewalls,heleft,andcontinuedalongNassauStreetwithhishandsinhispockets.Graduallyhewaslearningtodistinguishbetweenupperclassmenandenteringmen,eventhoughthefreshmancapwouldnotappearuntilthefollowingMonday.Thosewhoweretooobviously,toonervouslyathomewerefreshmen,foraseachtrainbroughtanewcontingentitwasimmediatelyabsorbedintothehatless,white-shod,book-ladenthrong,whosefunctionseemedtobetodriftendlesslyupanddownthestreet,emittinggreatcloudsofsmokefrombrand-newpipes.ByafternoonAmoryrealizedthatnowthenewestarrivalsweretakinghimforanupperclassman,andhetriedconscientiouslytolookbothpleasantlyblaséandcasuallycritical,whichwasasnearashecouldanalyzetheprevalentfacialexpression.
Atfiveo’clockhefelttheneedofhearinghisownvoice,soheretreatedtohishousetoseeifanyoneelsehadarrived.Havingclimbedthericketystairshescrutinizedhisroomresignedly,concludingthatitwashopelesstoattemptanymoreinspireddecorationthanclassbannersandtigerpictures.Therewasatapatthedoor.
"Comein!"
Aslimfacewithgrayeyesandahumoroussmileappearedinthedoorway.
"Gotahammer?"
"No—sorry.
