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СКАЧАТЬ Kerry——”

      “Oh, Kerry—I hear you went Tiger with all the weight-lifters!”

      “Well, I didn’t go Cottage—the parlor-snakes’ delight.”

      “They say Overton fainted when he got his Ivy bid—Did he sign up the first day?—oh, no. Tore over to Murray-Dodge on a bicycle—afraid it was a mistake.”

      “How’d you get into Cap—you old roué?”

      “‘Gratulations!”

      “‘Gratulations yourself. Hear you got a good crowd.”

      When the bar closed, the party broke up into groups and streamed, singing, over the snow-clad campus, in a weird delusion that snobbishness and strain were over at last, and that they could do what they pleased for the next two years.

      Long afterward Amory thought of sophomore spring as the happiest time of his life. His ideas were in tune with life as he found it; he wanted no more than to drift and dream and enjoy a dozen new-found friendships through the April afternoons.

      Alec Connage came into his room one morning and woke him up into the sunshine and peculiar glory of Campbell Hall shining in the window.

      “Wake up, Original Sin, and scrape yourself together. Be in front of Renwick’s in half an hour. Somebody’s got a car.” He took the bureau cover and carefully deposited it, with its load of small articles, upon the bed.

      “Where’d you get the car?” demanded Amory cynically.

      “Sacred trust, but don’t be a critical goopher or you can’t go!”

      “I think I’ll sleep,” Amory said calmly, resettling himself and reaching beside the bed for a cigarette.

      “Sleep!”

      “Why not? I’ve got a class at eleven-thirty.”

      “You damned gloom! Of course, if you don’t want to go to the coast——”

      With a bound Amory was out of bed, scattering the bureau cover’s burden on the floor. The coast … he hadn’t seen it for years, since he and his mother were on their pilgrimage.

      “Who’s going?” he demanded as he wriggled into his B. V. D.‘s.

      “Oh, Dick Humbird and Kerry Holiday and Jesse Ferrenby and—oh about five or six. Speed it up, kid!”

      In ten minutes Amory was devouring cornflakes in Renwick’s, and at nine-thirty they bowled happily out of town, headed for the sands of Deal Beach.

      “You see,” said Kerry, “the car belongs down there. In fact, it was stolen from Asbury Park by persons unknown, who deserted it in Princeton and left for the West. Heartless Humbird here got permission from the city council to deliver it.”

      “Anybody got any money?” suggested Ferrenby, turning around from the front seat.

      There was an emphatic negative chorus.

      “That makes it interesting.”

      “Money—what’s money? We can sell the car.”

      “Charge him salvage or something.”

      “How’re we going to get food?” asked Amory.

      “Honestly,” answered Kerry, eying him reprovingly, “do you doubt Kerry’s ability for three short days? Some people have lived on nothing for years at a time. Read the Boy Scout Monthly.”

      “Three days,” Amory mused, “and I’ve got classes.”

      “One of the days is the Sabbath.”

      “Just the same, I can only cut six more classes, with over a month and a half to go.”

      “Throw him out!”

      “It’s a long walk back.”

      “Amory, you’re running it out, if I may coin a new phrase.”

      “Hadn’t you better get some dope on yourself, Amory?”

      Amory subsided resignedly and drooped into a contemplation of the scenery. Swinburne seemed to fit in somehow.

      “Oh, winter’s rains and ruins are over,

      And all the seasons of snows and sins;

      The days dividing lover and lover,

      The light that loses, the night that wins;

      And time remembered is grief forgotten,

      And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,

      And in green underwood and cover,

      Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

      “The full streams feed on flower of——”

      “What’s the matter, Amory? Amory’s thinking about poetry, about the pretty birds and flowers. I can see it in his eye.”

      “No, I’m not,” he lied. “I’m thinking about the Princetonian. I ought to make up to-night; but I can telephone back, I suppose.”

      “Oh,” said Kerry respectfully, “these important men——”

      Amory flushed and it seemed to him that Ferrenby, a defeated competitor, winced a little. Of course, Kerry was only kidding, but he really mustn’t mention the Princetonian.

      It was a halcyon day, and as they neared the shore and the salt breezes scurried by, he began to picture the ocean and long, level stretches of sand and red roofs over blue sea. Then they hurried through the little town and it all flashed upon his consciousness to a mighty pæan of emotion….

      “Oh, good Lord! Look at it!” he cried.

      “What?”

      “Let me out, quick—I haven’t seen it for eight years! Oh, gentlefolk, stop the car!”

      “What an odd child!” remarked Alec.

      “I do believe he’s a bit eccentric.”

      The car was obligingly drawn up at a curb, and Amory ran for the boardwalk. First, he realized that the sea was blue and that there was an enormous quantity of it, and that it roared and roared—really all the banalities about the ocean that one could realize, but if any one had told him then that these things were banalities, he would have gaped in wonder.

      “Now we’ll get lunch,” ordered Kerry, wandering up with the crowd. “Come on, Amory, tear yourself away and get practical.”

      “We’ll try the best hotel first,” he went on, “and thence and so forth.”

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