Harold was considerably annoyed when, a few minutes later, Professor Gaines, who had been hovering in the background, came to him and said nervously, "We shall have to depart now. Lamb, if we are to catch the eleven o'clock train back to Sanford." So, "Shock" Shaw dissenting, the Sanford contingent left the party just as it was, as "Shock" expressed it, "getting nice and clubby."
They made the train with ease, having a fifteen-minute interval in the dull waiting room, during which Harold's excited mind reviewed the events of this most wonderful evening in his life while Professor Gaines read by himself from his little pocket edition.
On the train, the principal cleared his throat and asked punctiliously, "Well, Lamb, how have you enjoyed your contact with a collegiate assemblage?"
"It was wonderful!" Harold enthused at once. "They are fine fellows, every one of them. I only wish I could go to Tate."
"My only regret is that there was not a representative present from the educational side of the university," said Professor Gaines. "After all, that is the main raison d'être of a college. The athletics are merely the side show."
Harold nodded, without agreeing with him. A minutes later Harold nodded for
