“I don’t know either,” sighed Amy. “I found a lot of truck in my room,
but I haven’t seen the owner yet. The fellow who was in with me last
year has left school. Gone to live in China. Wish I could! I suppose the
fellow I draw will be a regular mutt.” They had reached the corner of
Wendell, and Amy paused. “The dining room’s in here. If you don’t mind
waiting until I run up and wash a bit we’ll eat together.”