"Mine, eh?" said Ned with a smile, getting up and looking over the clothes.
"It will make me dreadfully proud and dressy, Frank. I never had such an
outfit before."

"You don't know the relief I have in getting rid of it," said Frank,
smiling. "It's settled, then--you'll lug it away with you."

"I'll carry it away as the finest present I could possibly get," responded
Ned warmly. "You don't know how I appreciate it."

There was no false pride or affectation about Ned Foreman, and Frank liked
him better than ever for his manly actions. He did up the bundle for Ned.
Then they had a general talk. An hour drifted by before they knew it.

"Saturday, remember," said Frank as they parted. "I want you to get in on
some of the games and know all the good fellows who train with Dean
Ritchie."

Frank sat alone at the window after Ned left him, reflecting very
seriously.

"I couldn't tell him," he murmured; "at least, not yet. How do I know that
I am right? Maybe I'm guessing it all out. Oh, dear, how I miss my father
to go to with all my troubles and perplexities. I'd have a talk with
President Elliott, only I don't want to bother him and make a lot of talk
about things that may naturally right themselves in time. Hello, there's
Bob."

Frank got up to greet his friend, who swung down the corridor and into the