THE DASHING YOUNG FRESHMAN. 207

join his class. He alighted in front of the
college “‘ campus,” and ordered the driver to
carry his luggage to his room—three trunks,
one large box, one hat-case, and a band-box!
A goodly quantity of luggage for a freshman,
especially as his room had been previously fur-
nished, and his trunks, etc., contained only his
bedclothes and wardrobe. |

George strutted up the “campus” with a
very consequential air, followed by the driver,
carrying one of his trunks.

“ Heads out !” shouted a sophomore, who sat
in an open window, with his feet swinging
against the brick wall of the college—‘ Heads
out !”

Up flew the windows, and fifty heads or
more were immediately thrust out, and the cry
was repeated from mouth to mouth, “ Heads
out! Heads out!”

Not a little vexed, the young freshman
marched through the long path leading to the
door of the entry where was No. 45, his own
room, Glad was he to escape from the obser-
vation of the saucy sophomores who had given

him such an obstreperous greeting. The driver