nd the
joke.

"I should never think of doubting your word on that score. Here, Mary,
bring this young man an extra large slice of apple pie. He has been
working hard this morning."

At length the dinner was over, and the three students withdrew from
the table.

"Well, Jones, what are your plans for the afternoon?" asked Brown.

"I'm going into town on important business."

"Such as what?"

"Ordering a new suit at my tailor's."

"That's important. How is it with you, Robinson?"

"I'm going in with Jones."

"To help him order his suit?"

"I shan't need any help in ordering it," said Jones. "I may need help
in paying for it."

"I'd rather help order it," said Robinson. "Are you going into the
city, Brown?"

"Not till four o'clock. I have a little work to do first. Sam, are you
in any hurry to go back to Boston?"

"No," answered Sam. "I've made ten dollars this forenoon, and can
afford to take it easy the rest of the day."

"Then stay with me until I go. I may have something to say to you."

"All right."

The three students parted; Jones and Robinson jumping on board a
street car, while Brown took Sam to his room. It was not the one in
which Sam's initiation had taken place, but another in the same
dormitory, and was handsomely furnished. The walls were lined with
fine engravings, and various ornaments adorned the mantel.

"Brown must be rich," though Sam. "I wish I had such a nice room."

"I'm going to read a little Greek," said Brown. "I was away two days
last week, and I want to make up the lessons. You may find something
on that bookcase to amuse you. Stretch yourself out in that armchair
and make yourself comfortable."

Sam accepted the invitation willingly. He was not particularly
bashful, and made himself quite at home. Most of the books on Brown's
shelves struck him as very dry; but he finally found one profusely
illustrated, and this entertained him till Brown, after an hour's
silence and turning over the pages of his Greek dictionary, closed his
books and said: "Well, thank goodness, that job's over!"

"Have you got through?"

"Yes, for to-day."

"Don't it make your head ache to study so hard?" asked Sam,
curiously.

Brown laughed.

"I don't study hard enough to endanger my head," he answered. "I am
not likely to become a martyr to science."

"You must know a lot," said Sam, opening the Greek book, and surveying
the pages with admiring awe.

"My Greek professor does not appear