Winning His "W" - A Story of Freshman Year at College by Everett Titsworth Tomlinson
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woefully.
"Oh, well, never mind, Peter John," broke in Will with a laugh. "It's all over now and no bones broken." "I wish it _was_ all over," said Foster in a low voice to Will. "I wish it was too. He'll be the center of interest by to-morrow. And really, Foster, it did beat anything I ever saw." Foster Bennett smiled but made no reply, and together the three boys began to retrace their way to the station. Peter John evidently was somewhat crestfallen and seldom spoke. At the station no students were seen, and the trio at once started up the street toward the college. "I suppose my things are in my room," Peter John ventured to suggest. "Yes, they're there all right. I went over this morning to see about them." "Thank you. I'll be pretty busy for the rest of the days I take it." "That won't do you any harm. You can come over and sleep on the couch in our room to-night if you would like to," suggested Foster. "Are you all settled?" "Pretty much. Enough so that we can make room for you. There's always room for one more, you know." Foster spoke pleasantly and Peter John was quick to respond. They were now near the college grounds, however, and |
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