ave in a few minor matters, which were
easily cleared up.

He had matriculated, and all that remained was to select a room or
dormitory. He had been studying over a Yale catalog, and looking at the
accompanying map which gave the location of the various buildings.

"Now the question is," said Andy, talking it over with the folks at
home, "the question is do I want to go to a private house and room, or
had I better take a place in one of the Halls. I rather like the idea of
a Hall room myself--Wright for choice--but of course that might cost
more than going to a private house."

"If it's a question of cost, don't let that stand in the way," replied
Mr. Blair, generously. "I'm not given to throwing money away, Andy, my
boy, and a college education isn't a cheap thing, no matter how you look
at it. But it's worth all it costs, I believe, and I want you to have
the best.

"If you can get more into the real life of Yale by having a room in
Wright Hall, or in any of the college dormitories, why do so. There's
something in being right on the ground, so to speak. You can absorb so
much more."

"Good for you, Dad!" cried Andy. "You're a real sport. Then I vote for a
Hall. I'll take a run down and see what I can arrange."

"But wouldn't a private house be quieter?" suggested Mrs. Blair. "You
know you'll have to do lots of studying, Andy, and if you get in a big
building with a lot of other students they may annoy you."

"Oh, I guess, Mother," said Bertha, Andy's sister, "that he'll do his
share of annoying, too."

"Come again, Sis. Get out your little hammer, and join the anvil
chorus!" sarcastically commented Andy.

"No, but really," went on Mrs. Blair, "wouldn't a private house be
quieter, Andy?"

"Not much more so, I believe," spoke the prospective Yale freshman.
"When there's any excitement going on those in the private houses get
as much of it as those in the college buildings. But, as a matter of
fact, when there's nothing on--like a big game or some of the
rushes--Yale is as quiet as the average Sunday school.

"Why, the day I was there I walked all around and nothing happened. The
fellows came and went, and seemed very quiet, not to say meek. I walked
over the campus, and I expected every minute some big brute of a
sophomore would smash my hat down over my eyes, and give a 'Rah! Rah!'
yell. But nothing like that happened. It was sort of disappointing."

"Well, you need quiet if you're going to study," went