Meig's, facing
the campus, Ramsey was still unable to talk of anything except the
lamentable discovery; nor were his companion's burlesquing efforts to
console him of great avail, though Fred did become serious enough to
point out that a university was different from a high school.
"It's not like havin' to use one big room as a headquarters, you know,
Ramsey. Everything's all split up, and she might happen not to be in a
single of your classes."
"You don't know my luck!" the afflicted boy protested. "I wish I'd gone
to Harvard, the way my father wanted me to. Why, this is just the worst
nuisance I ever struck! You'll see! She'll be in everything there is,
just the way she was back home."
He appeared to be corroborated by the events of the next day, when they
attended the first meeting to organize the new class. The masculine
element predominated, but Dora Yocum was elected vice-president. "You
see?" Ramsey said. "Didn't I tell you? You see what happens?"
But after that she ceased for a time to intrude upon his life, and he
admitted that his harassment was less grave than he had anticipated.
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