CHAPTER II
GETTING ACQUAINTED
A boy of seventeen followed the suit case, and
the first occupant of Number 17 sighed with
relief. Walter Harrison Treat looked more
than possible as a roommate. He was fairly tall, rather
thin, wore excellent but unobtrusive clothes and observed
Clif with sober inquiry through a pair of spectacles.
Being made with a very light gold frame, the
spectacles were not especially apparent, and a second
relieved sigh escaped Clif. It would have been a horrible
thing had Treat worn those staring, tortoise-shell
contraptions. Clif was certain he could never live
through the school year with a pair of mandarin spectacles!
They shook hands, Clif with warmth, Walter with a polite reserve that the other soon learned to be natural with him. Then they talked, carefully avoiding apparent interest in each other's affairs. Even so, however, certain facts regarding Walter were laid bare. He lived in Boston. Well, not exactly in Boston, you understand, but just outside; West Newton, to be exact. This was his third year here. He had entered as a Junior. Last year he had roomed in East Hall. He thought he might like this better, as it seemed quieter. Over there, the Juniors had the first and second floors
