to the buildings where the three hundred students of Randall College were housed.
"Then you'll be on hand, eh?" asked Langridge.
"Oh, yes, I reckon so. But it seems like a lot of work for what we get out of it."
"Get out of it! You old anthropoid!" exclaimed Langridge. "What's the matter with you? Going back on the college customs?"
"What's an anthropoid?" asked Holly Cross, as he deftly juggled three stones with one hand. "How's that for good work?" he asked irrelevantly.
"An anthropoid is a second cousin to a cynic," answered Langridge, "and a cynic is a fellow whose liver is out of order, which makes him have a bad taste in his mouth and get out of the wrong side of bed."
"Get out, you camel-backed asteroid!" cried Holly. 'There's nothing the matter with my mouth, and I can get out of either side of my cot without knowing which side it is."
"Are you coming to-night?"
"Sure, I'll be there."
"All right; that's what I want to know."
Holly and Langridge passed into the east dormitory, where they had been preceded by the other group of freshmen. This building was given over to rooms for the first year and senior students, while in the west dormitory the sophomores and
