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           MaybeMrs.Twelve,orwhatevershegoesby,hasone."

           Thestrangeradvancedintotheroom.

           "Youaninmateofthisasylum?"

           Amorynodded.

           "Awfulbarnfortherentwepay."

           Amoryhadtoagreethatitwas.

           "Ithoughtofthecampus,"hesaid,"buttheysaythere’ssofewfreshmenthatthey’relost.Havetositaroundandstudyforsomethingtodo."

           Thegray-eyedmandecidedtointroducehimself.

           "Myname’sHoliday."

           "Blaine’smyname."

           Theyshookhandswiththefashionablelowswoop.Amorygrinned.

           "Where’dyouprep?"

           "Andover—wheredidyou?"

           "St.Regis’s."

           "Oh,didyou?Ihadacousinthere."

           Theydiscussedthecousinthoroughly,andthenHolidayannouncedthathewastomeethisbrotherfordinneratsix.

           "Comealongandhaveabitewithus."

           "Allright."

           AttheKenilworthAmorymetBurneHoliday—heofthegrayeyeswasKerry—andduringalimpidmealofthinsoupandanaemicvegetablestheystaredattheotherfreshmen,whosateitherinsmallgroupslookingveryillatease,orinlargegroupsseemingverymuchathome.

           "IhearCommonsisprettybad,"saidAmory.

           "That’stherumor.Butyou’vegottoeatthere—orpayanyways."

           "Crime!"

           "Imposition!"

           "Oh,atPrincetonyou’vegottoswalloweverythingthefirstyear.It’slikeadamnedprepschool."

           Amoryagreed.

           "Lotofpep,though,"heinsisted."Iwouldn’thavegonetoYaleforamillion."

           "Meeither."

           "Yougoingoutforanything?"inquiredAmoryoftheelderbrother.