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           ThisorgyofsociabilityculminatedinagiganticpartyattheNassauInn,wherepunchwasdispensedfromimmensebowls,andthewholedown-stairsbecameadelirious,circulating,shoutingpatternoffacesandvoices.

           "Hi,Dibby—’gratulations!"

           "Goo’boy,Tom,yougotagoodbunchinCap."

           "Say,Kerry—"

           "Oh,Kerry—IhearyouwentTigerwithalltheweight-lifters!""Well,Ididn’tgoCottage—theparlor-snakes’delight."

           "TheysayOvertonfaintedwhenhegothisIvybid—Didhesignupthefirstday?—oh,no.ToreovertoMurray-Dodgeonabicycle—afraiditwasamistake."

           "How’dyougetintoCap—youoldroue?"

           "’Gratulations!"

           "’Gratulationsyourself.Hearyougotagoodcrowd."

           Whenthebarclosed,thepartybrokeupintogroupsandstreamed,singing,overthesnow-cladcampus,inaweirddelusionthatsnobbishnessandstrainwereoveratlast,andthattheycoulddowhattheypleasedforthenexttwoyears.

           LongafterwardAmorythoughtofsophomorespringasthehappiesttimeofhislife.Hisideaswereintunewithlifeashefoundit;hewantednomorethantodriftanddreamandenjoyadozennew-foundfriendshipsthroughtheAprilafternoons.

           AlecConnagecameintohisroomonemorningandwokehimupintothesunshineandpeculiargloryofCampbellHallshininginthewindow.

           "Wakeup,OriginalSin,andscrapeyourselftogether.BeinfrontofRenwick’sinhalfanhour.Somebody’sgotacar."Hetookthebureaucoverandcarefullydepositedit,withitsloadofsmallarticles,uponthebed.