nt through grammar-school; that's all."

"Well, they knew they weren't real folks, not regular people, and they
wanted me to be. See? That's why they sent me to Kane. Well, Kane isn't
strong for _nouveau riche_ kids, not by a damn sight. At first old
Simmonds--he's the head master--wouldn't take me, said that he didn't
have room; but my old man begged and begged, so finally Simmonds said
all right."

Again he paused, and Hugh waited. Carl was speaking so softly that he
had trouble in hearing him, but somehow he didn't dare to ask him to
speak louder.

"I sha'n't forget the day," Carl went on, "that the old man left me at
Kane. I was scared, and I didn't want to stay. But he made me; he said
that Kane would make a gentleman out of me. I was homesick, homesick as
hell. I know how Morse feels. I tried to run away three times, but they
caught me and brought me back. Cry? I bawled all the time when I was
alone. I couldn't sleep for weeks; I just laid in bed and bawled. God!
it was awful. The worst of it was the meals. I didn't know how to eat
right, you see, and the master who sat at the table with our form would
correct me. I used to want to die, and sometimes I would say that I was
sick and didn't want any food so that I wouldn't have to go to meals.
The fellows razzed the life out of me; some of 'em called me Paddy. The
reason I came here to Sanford was that no Kane fellows come here. They
go mostly to Williams, but some of 'em go to Yale or Princeton.

"Well, I had four years of that, and I was homesick the whole four
years. Oh, I don't mean that they kept after me all the time--that was
just the first few months--but they never really accepted me. I never
felt at home. Even when I was with a bunch of them, I felt lonesome....
And they never made a gentleman out of me, though my old lady thinks
they did."

"You're crazy," Hugh interrupted indignantly. "You're as much a
gentleman as anybody in college."

Carl smiled and shook his head. "No, you don't understand. You're a
gentleman, but I'm not. Oh, I know all the tricks, the parlor stunts.
Four years at Kane taught me those, but they're just tricks to me. I
don't know just how to explain it--but I know that you're a gentleman
and I'm not."

"You're just plain bug-house. You make me feel like a fish. Why, I'm
just from a country high school. I'm not in your class." Hugh sat up
and leaned eagerly toward Carl, gesticulating excitedly.

"As if that made any differen