his note-book,
and ran as hard as he could go, the strolling upper-classmen, whom he
passed at top speed, grinning after him in tolerant amusement.

Hugh was the first one in the class-room and wondered in a moment of
panic if he was in the right place. He sat down dubiously and looked at
his watch. Four minutes left. He would wait two, and then if nobody came
he would--he gasped; he couldn't imagine what he would do. How could he
find the right class-room? Maybe his class didn't come at this hour at
all. Suppose he and Carl had made a mistake. If they had, his whole
schedule was probably wrong. "Oh, golly," he thought, feeling pitifully
weak, "won't that be hell? What can I do?"

At that moment a countrified-looking youth entered, looking as scared as
Hugh felt. His face was pale, and his voice trembled as he asked
timidly, "Do you know if this is Section Three of Math One?"

Hugh was immediately strengthened. "I think so," he replied. "Anyhow,
let's wait and find out."

The freshman sighed in huge relief, took out a not too clean
handkerchief, and mopped his face. "Criminy!" he exclaimed as he
wriggled down the aisle to a seat by Hugh, "I was sure worried. I
thought I was in the wrong building, though I was sure that my adviser
had told me positively that Math was in Matthew Six."

"I guess we're all right," Hugh comforted him as two other freshmen,
also looking dubious, entered. They were followed by four more, and then
by a stampeding group, all of them pop-eyed, all of them in a rush. In
the next minute five freshmen dashed in and then dashed out again,
utterly bewildered, obviously terrified, and not knowing where to go or
what to do. "Is this Math One, Section Three?" every man demanded of the
room as he entered; and every one yelled, "Yes," or, "I think so."

Just as the bell rang at ten minutes after the hour, the instructor
entered. It was Professor Kane.

"This is Mathematics One, Section Three," Kane announced in a dry voice.
"If there is any one here who does not belong here, he will please
leave." Nobody moved; so he shuffled some cards in his hand and asked
the men to answer to the roll-call.

"Adams, J.H."

"Present, sir."

Kane looked up and frowned. "Say 'here,'" he said severely. "This is not
a grammar-school."

"Yes, sir," stuttered Adams, his face first white then purple. "Here,
sir."

"'Here' will do; there is no need of the 'sir.' Allsop, K.E."

"Here"--in a very faint voice.