felt, “and I’m very grateful, but I’m so woozy now that I don’t know what to think.”
“I don’t wonder. To tell you the truth, I am, too. I have n’t got to bed earlier than three o’clock any night this week, and right now I hardly care if we pledge anybody to-morrow night.” He continued talking as they walked slowly down the stairs. “One more bit of advice. Don’t go any¬ where else to-night. Go home to bed, and to¬ morrow think over what I ’ve told you. And,” he added, holding out his hand, “even if you don’t come our way, I hope I see a lot of you before the end of the term.”
Hugh clasped his hand. “You sure will. Thanks a lot. Good night.”
“Good night.”
Hugh did go straight to his room and tried to think, but the effort met with little success. He wanted desperately to receive a bid from Nu Delta, and if he did n’t—well, nothing else much mattered. Graham’s assertion that Nu Delta would bid him no longer brought him any comfort. Why should Graham know what Nu Delta was going to do?
Shortly after eleven Carl came in and threw him¬ self wearily into a chair. For a few minutes neither boy said anything; they stared into the fire and frowned. Finally Carl spoke.
“I can go Alpha Sig if I want,” he said softly.
Hugh looked up. “Good!” he exclaimed, hon-
