In three hours more—in two—in one—he was going to see Lawrence again; he
wondered if he would find his brother much changed. Only two months had
passed since they had parted; yet in that time how remote Lawrence had
grown in Irving’s eyes from the Lawrence of the Ohio farm!

The bell announcing the noon recess rang; Irving dismissed his last
class. He hurried down the stairs almost as madly as the Fourth Formers
themselves; the train on which the Harvard Freshmen were coming was due
ten minutes before; already Lawrence and the others must have started on
the two-mile drive out to the School.

In front of the Study building most of the older boys and many of the
younger were congregated, awaiting the arrival of the visitors. Irving
walked about among the groups impatiently, now and then looking at his
watch. He passed Westby and Collingwood, who were standing together by
the gate.

“Pretty nearly time for them, Mr. Upton,” said Westby. “Feeling nervous,
sir?”

There was more good nature in his smile than he had displayed towards
Irving since the day of the track games.

“A little,” Irving admitted, and at that moment some one shouted, “Here
they come!”

Over the crest of the hill galloped four horses, drawing a long red
barge crowded with boys. Collingwood climbed up on the gate-post.

“Now, fellows,” he said, “when they get here, give three times three for