See here, fellows, what do you say to our getting our hats and coats and getting out into the air for a while?
A ballroom, isn't the worst place in the world, but I'm so much a fresh air fellow, that I'm half stifling here." "Good! Come along to the coatroom, then," nodded Greg Holmes.
"Going home ?" asked Laura Bentley, in a tone of protest, as she whirled by on Thompson's arm and saw Dick & Co.

headed for the coatroom.
She was gone before Dick could answer by word of mouth.

But he saw her regarding him from the other end of the room, and smilingly shook his head.
"Feels good to be out, doesn't it ?" asked Dan Dalzell, as the freshman sextette struck the open air.
"Yes; but what has happened to the blooming town ?" demanded Greg Holmes.
Even this Main Street of Gridley presented a curious look.

It was a freezingly cold December night and it looked to the freshman as though the senior ball must be the only live thing left in the little city.
All the stores were closed, and had been for some time.

All lights were out in the nearest residences.