"Then a fellow has to dress a little, or the other fellows look down on you." "Do they ?" March cast a glance over his own worn apparel.

"Then I guess I must try their eyes a good deal." "Well, I wouldn't care--much," answered West halfheartedly.

"Though of course that hat--" "Yes, I suppose it is a little late for straws." West nodded heartily.
"I was going to get a felt in Boston, but--well, I saw something else I wanted worse; and it was my own money." "What was it ?" asked West curiously.
"A book." West whistled.
"Well, you can get a pretty fair one in the village at Grove's.

And--and a pair of trousers if you want them." March nodded, noncommittingly.

They had reached the gymnasium.
"I'm going in for a shower," said West.