CHAPTER XX.
AN OLD FRIEND.
"MARCH! Joel March!" Joel was striding along under the shadow of the chapel on his way from a recitation to Mayer and his room.

The familiar tones came from the direction of the library, and turning he saw Stephen Remsen trotting toward him with no regard for the grass.

Joel hurdled the knee-high wire barrier and strode to meet him.

The two shook hands warmly, almost affectionately, in the manner of those who are glad to meet.
"March, I'm delighted to see you again! I was just going to look you up.
Which way were you going ?" "Up to the room.

Can't you come up for a while?
When'd you arrive?
Are you going to stay now ?" "Third down!" laughed Remsen.