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Fred Mitchell, half-sorrowing, yet struggling to conceal tears of choked mirth over his roommate's late exhibition, recognized this violent interrupter as one Linski, a fellow freshman who sat next to him in one of his classes. "What's that cuss up to?" Fred wondered, and so did others. Linski showed them.
He said this smilingly, as if he really wished to lose. As the cards were being dealt, Bart, who sat by his roommate's side, leaned toward Frank, and softly asked: "What made you come, old man?" "Couldn't keep away," was the reply. "Well, be careful keep watch of yourself." "Not to-night, Bart. I am going to let loose on this occasion."
"When the curtain goes up, you will have a fine view of the Senior exercises. They will be well worth the price you've paid for admission." Elizabeth turned the key in the lock the instant Mary stepped from the room. Then, as quickly as possible, she got into her roommate's white gown. Mrs. Jones, with a broad smile playing over her ebony features, stood by with pins and ribbons.
He broke off, shifting the subject to athletics, and was in the highest spirits the rest of the day; but underneath all his fun and banter the question constantly arose in his inner consciousness: How could he elude his roommate's watchfulness and on the coming Saturday escape to the great game?
Her manner of speaking had a touch of affectation. "Ah, Miss Wilson, I'm awfully sorry to intrude, but will you be kind enough to hook my waist? I can't reach the last two hooks on the shoulder. This style of fastening dresses in the back is such a nuisance." "Surely," replied Miss Wilson. Elizabeth was surprised at the change which came to her roommate's voice.
"Do you know of any other men she kept company with?" "Yes, but she never kept company with me." "Who then?" "Well, she gave a party some time ago. I saw a number of gentlemen there." "Well, Jackson, this is a serious charge. I will have to hold on to you." "I don't see why they accuse me of this." "What is your roommate's name?" "Alonzo Walling." "Did you ever correspond with Pearl Bryan?"
It was getting very late and to enter Wright Hall at an unseemly hour meant trouble. "Come on, Dunk let's light out," said Andy again, making his way to his roommate's side. "No, you don't!" "That game won't go!" "Let Dunk alone, he can look out for himself." Laughing and expostulating, the others got between Andy and his friend.
One night, in his characteristic fashion, he had gone through his roommate's clothes, and found thirty pfennigs in them which he appropriated. The victim of the theft, who was not asleep, watched him calmly through his half-closed eyelids.
The very attitude was unmilitary a fact that struck Prescott suddenly. Then Greg, hearing his roommate's voice, raised his head somewhat and wheeled about in his chair. What a woebegone face Cadet Gregory Holmes presented! "Greg, what on earth is the matter?" demanded Dick, halting short and staring hard. "I can't help it," replied Greg miserably, shaking his head.
But I might as well be shut up in a convent, and I won't," and there was a resonant note of defiance in Miss Minot's voice as she concluded. "But what is your objection to the European trip, Sadie? I should think you would like it; I am sure you could have no better opportunity than to go with the Farnsworths," argued Katherine, who was more and more perplexed by her roommate's strange caprice.
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