CHAPTER VII
FOR a moment after reading Morse’s letter Hugh was genuinely sorry, but almost im¬ mediately he felt irritated and hurt. He handed the letter to Carl, who entered just as he finished reading it, and exploded: “The simp! And after I wasted so much time on him.”
Carl read the letter. “I told you so.” He smiled impishly. “You were the wise boy; you knew that he would get over it.”
Hugh should really have felt grateful to Morse. It was only a feeling of responsibility for him that had made Hugh prepare his own lessons. Day after day he had studied with Morse in order to cheer him up; and that was all the studying he had done. Latin and history had little opportunity to claim his interest in competition with the excitement around him.
Crossing the campus for the first few weeks of college was an adventure for every freshman. He did not know when he would be seized by a howling group of sophomores and forced to make an ass of himself for their amusement. Sometimes he was
required to do “esthetic dancing,” sometimes to
