year examinations were only three weeks away when it first occurred to Felix to make something at the bench for Sheilah. It was just after the Christmas holidays that Nevin Baldwin told him that Sheilah was coming to the Prom.
Felix and Nevin had little in common. Nevin, of course, was a fraternity man. Felix, of course, was not. They seldom saw each other. At least Nevin seldom saw Felix. Felix had more opportunity. He could see Nevin every time he went to a football game, and hear his name shouted, too. Felix never shouted his name, however. Felix seldom joined in the college cheering, he was so aware of his own voice. Nevin and Felix might have met in the recitation room had they been members of the same class, but Nevin was a year ahead of Felix. They might have met in the gymnasium, or on the running-track, or at the training-table, had Felix 'gone out' for anything athletic. But he hadn't. He hadn't gone out for anything. He hadn't known how. Nevin, of course, had gone out for everything when he was a freshman. Nevin had known how.
Nevin had entered college from a prominent boarding-school, with a group of boys who were the sons of prominent men. Felix had entered college from an undistinguished high-school, alone, and was the son of anything but a prominent man. He had been painfully aware of the difference the first time he saw
