"I guess you'll have to put down the name on a piece of
paper," he said, "or I'll forget what society I belong to."

Sam's good humor and droll observations made him a favorite with the
three students. He learned, to his surprise, that Brown was a cousin
of Julia Stockton, whose acquaintance he had made on the Fall River
boat.

"I was in town yesterday, and Julia mentioned you--said you were very
polite to her. It is very strange we should run across each other so
soon after."

"That's so," said Sam, and, calling to mind the ten dollars in his
pocket, he could not help adding to himself: "It's mighty lucky,
too."

CHAPTER XXVIII.

BROWN'S PLAN.

Brown, Jones and Robinson roomed in one of the college dormitories,
but took their meals at a private boarding-house not far from the
college yard. Memorial Hall had not yet been erected, and there was no
public dining-place, as now. They paid a high price and enjoyed in
return a luxurious table. About twenty students boarded at the same
place, but less than half that number were present when Sam and the
three sophomores entered the house.

"Leave your hat on the rack," said Brown, "and follow me."

He led the way into the dining-room and seated Sam beside himself.

"Is that your brother, Brown?" asked Bates, a classmate who sat
opposite.

"Yes," answered Brown. "Do you think he looks like me?"

"He seems more intelligent," said Bates.

"Thank you. I owe you one."

"There's something about his left eyebrow that reminds me of you,"
said Bates, reflectively. "Yes, I should know he was your brother."

"I never saw him before," continued Brown. "He's been traveling ever
since he was a baby, but this morning witnessed his happy restoration
to my arms."

Sam listened to this chaffing with amusement. He relished it better
than a discussion which followed upon the relative merits of two Greek
authors which the students had been occupied with since entering
college. This talk seemed very dry to Sam, whose previous life had
hardly fitted him to take an interest in such subjects.

The dinner, however, he did relish, and did not fail to do justice to
it.

"I think, Sam," said Brown, as the dessert came on, "that there is one
society you will like better than the Alpha Zeta."

"What's that?" asked Sam.

"The Eta Pi Society."

"I can eat a pie as well as anybody," answered Sam, who, however, not
being acquainted with the Greek alphabet, did not quite comprehe