on Mrs. Blair. She
had an idea that Yale was a sort of higher-grade boarding school, it
seemed.

"Then I'll decide on Wright Hall," remarked Andy. "That is, if I can get
in."

Then followed some correspondence which resulted in Andy being informed
that a room on the campus side of Wright Hall, and on the second floor,
was available. The only trouble was that it was a double room, and Andy
would have to share it with another student.

"Hum!" he exclaimed when he had this information. "Now I'm up against it
once more. Who can I get to go in with me? I don't want to take a total
stranger, and yet I guess I'll have to."

"You might advertise for a roommate?" suggested his mother.

"I guess they don't do things that way at Yale," spoke Andy, with a
smile.

"Why don't you wait until you get there, and maybe you'll find somebody
in the same fix you are?" asked Bertha.

"I guess that is good advice," remarked Andy. "I'll take a run down
there some time before term opening, and maybe I can get some nice chap
wished on me. If Tom, or Chet, or some of the Milton lads, were coming
to Yale it would be all right."

"Didn't any of them pick out Yale?" asked Mr. Blair.

"Not as far as I know."

"Oh, well, I guess you'll make out all right, son. A good roommate is a
fine companion to have, so I hope you won't be disappointed. But there's
no hurry."

The long summer vacation was at hand. Andy's people were to go to a lake
resort, and soon after coming home from Milton, Andy, with his mother
and sister, was installed in a comfortable cottage. Mr. Blair would come
up over week-ends.

Chet Anderson and Tom Hatfield were at a nearby resort, so Andy knew he
was in for a good summer of fun. And he was not disappointed. He and his
chums spent much time on the water, living in their bathing suits for
whole days at a time. But I will not weary you with a description of the
various things they did. Sufficient to say that the vacation was like a
good many others Andy had enjoyed, and expected to enjoy again. Nothing
in particular happened.

The Summer wore on. The dog-days came and there loomed in the distance
the Fall months. Tom had called on Andy one day, and they went out in
the canoe together.

"Well, it will soon be study-grind again," remarked Tom, as he sent the
light boat under a fringe of bushes out of the sun.

"Yes, and I won't be sorry," spoke Andy. "I'm anxious to see what life
at Yale is like. I've got to take a