they were not absolutely without interest in the matter of Girls, for
the state university was co-educational, and it was but natural to
expect in so broad a field, all new to them, a possible vision of
something rather thrilling. They whispered cheerfully of all these
things during the process of matriculation, and signed the registrar's
book on a fresh page; but when Fred had written his name under Ramsey's,
and blotted it, he took the liberty of turning over the leaf to examine
some of the autographs of their future classmates, written on the other
side. Then he uttered an exclamation, more droll than dolorous, though
it affected to be wholly the latter; for the shock to Fred was by no
means so painful as it was to his friend.

Ramsey leaned forward and read the name indicated by Fred's forefinger.

_Dora Yocum._

...When they got back to their pleasant quarters at Mrs. 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."