CHAPTER XII.
FRESHMAN AGAINST SOPHOMORE.
On the following morning a large piece of cardboard Swung from the door of Merriwell and Rattleton's room in Mrs.Harrington's boarding house.
On the cardboard was this inscription: "Good-morning! Have you used Soap ?" Harry was up at an early hour industriously scrubbing away.

He succeeded fairly well, but despite his utmost efforts the coloring refused to come off entirely.
And it was absolutely necessary that he should attend chapel.
On their way to chapel Frank and Harry came face to face with Professor Such, who peered at them sharply and said: "Good-morning, gentlemen." "Good-morning, professor," returned the boys.
Harry tried to keep behind Frank, so that his face would not be noticed.
The professor was nearsighted, but he immediately noted Rattleton's queer actions, and he placed himself in front of the boys, adjusting his spectacles.
"Hang his curiosity!" muttered Harry in disgust.
"Eh ?" said the professor, scratching his chin with one finger and peering keenly at Harry.

"Did you speak, sir ?" "Yes, sir--I mean no, sir," spluttered Harry, while Frank stepped aside and stood laughing silently to himself.
"I thought you did.

Er--what's the matter with your face, young man ?" "That's the result of my last attack of chilblains," said Harry, desperately.

"They hent to my wed--I mean they went to my head." "Eh ?" The professor seemed to doubt if he had heard correctly, while Merriwell nearly exploded.
Rattleton looked frightened when he came to think what he had said.