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           Miserable,confinedtobounds,unpopularwithbothfacultyandstudents—thatwasAmory’sfirstterm.ButatChristmashehadreturnedtoMinneapolis,tight-lippedandstrangelyjubilant.

           "Oh,Iwassortoffreshatfirst,"hetoldFrogParkerpatronizingly,"butIgotalongfine—lightestmanonthesquad.Yououghttogoawaytoschool,Froggy.It’sgreatstuff."

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           Onthelastnightofhisfirstterm,Mr.Margotson,theseniormaster,sentwordtostudyhallthatAmorywastocometohisroomatnine.Amorysuspectedthatadvicewasforthcoming,buthedeterminedtobecourteous,becausethisMr.Margotsonhadbeenkindlydisposedtowardhim.

           Hissummonerreceivedhimgravely,andmotionedhimtoachair.Hehemmedseveraltimesandlookedconsciouslykind,asamanwillwhenheknowshe’sondelicateground.

           "Amory,"hebegan."I’vesentforyouonapersonalmatter."

           "Yes,sir."

           "I’venoticedyouthisyearandI—Ilikeyou.Ithinkyouhaveinyouthemakingsofa—averygoodman."

           "Yes,sir,"Amorymanagedtoarticulate.Hehatedhavingpeopletalkasifhewereanadmittedfailure.

           "ButI’venoticed,"continuedtheoldermanblindly,"thatyou’renotverypopularwiththeboys."

           "No,sir."Amorylickedhislips.

           "Ah—Ithoughtyoumightnotunderstandexactlywhatitwasthey—ah—objectedto.I’mgoingtotellyou,becauseIbelieve—ah—thatwhenaboyknowshisdifficultieshe’sbetterabletocopewiththem—toconformtowhatothersexpectofhim.