admiring their new quarters.

"We're Sophs now--don't forget that," advised Tom. "No more Freshmen!"

"And we can do some hazing on our own account," added Jack. "Oh,
glorious!"

There came a knock on the door.

"Come!" invited Tom.

The portal swung open to admit the form and features of little George
Abbot.

"Are you all here? When did you and Bert come? Is there any----"

"Stop!" thundered Tom, catching up a heavy baseball glove. "Halt in
your tracks, or it will be the worse for you! One more question, and--"

"You wait until you hear this one," said George calmly. "Maybe you
don't want to, though," he added mysteriously.

"What is it?" asked Jack, struck by something in the manner of the
human question box, and Tom lowered the glove.

"I was going to ask if you'd heard the news," went on George. "But if
you don't want to----"

"Go ahead, Why," invited Bert. "I'll listen, anyhow. What's the news?"