fraternity was second only to his admiration for the college, and before the evening was over he had filled Hugh with an idolatry for both.
He left his father that night feeling closer to him than he ever had before. He was going to be a college man like his father—perhaps a Nu Delta, too. He wished that they had got chummy before. When he went to bed, he lay awake dreaming, thinking sometimes of Helen Simpson and of how he had kissed her that afternoon, but more often of Sanford and Nu Delta. He was so deeply grateful to his father for talking to him frankly and telling him everything about college. He was darned lucky to have a father who was a college grad and could put him wise. It was pretty tough on the fellows whose fathers had never been to college. Poor fellows, they did n’t know the ropes the way he did. . . . He finally fell off to sleep, picturing himself in the doorway of the Nu Delta house welcoming his father to a reunion.
That talk was returning to Hugh repeatedlyHe wondered if Sanford had changed since his
father’s day or if his father had just forgotten what
college was like. Everything seemed so different
from what he had been told to expect. Perhaps
he was just soft and some of the fellows were n’t
as crude as he thought they were.
