"No gain! What a fellow you are for questions, March! I got in this morning, and I'm going to stay until after the Yates game.

They telegraphed me to come and coach the tackles.
Instead of going to your room let's go to mine.

I've taken a suite of one room and a closet at Dixon's on the avenue.

I haven't unpacked my toothbrush yet.

Come over with me and take lunch, and we'll talk it all over." So Joel stuck his books under his arm and the two crossed the yard, traversing the quadrangle in front of University and debouching on to the avenue near where the tall shaft of the Soldiers' Monument gleams in the sunlight.