Part 5 (2/2)
”Fifty cents, gentlemen,” said the driver as he lifted the bags out.
”Thank you, sir. Thank _you_, sir! I'll have your trunks up first thing in the morning. Just walk right in through the door and you'll find the office on your right. They'll look after you there. Much obliged, gentlemen. Any time you want a rig or anything you telephone to Jimmy Hoskins. That's me. Good-night, gentlemen, and good luck to you!”
Steve had contributed an extra quarter, which doubtless accounted for Mr. Hoskins' extreme affability. Bags in hand they climbed the well-worn granite steps and entered a dim, unlighted corridor. An open door on the right revealed a room divided by a railing, in front of which were a half-dozen wooden chairs and beyond which were two desks, some filing cabinets, a book-case, a letter-press, some chairs and one small, middle-aged man with a s.h.i.+ning bald head which was raised inquiringly as Steve led the way to the railing.
”How do you do, boys,” greeted the sole occupant of the office in a thin, high voice. ”What are the names, please?” As he spoke he took a card from a pile in front of him and dipped a pen in the ink-well.
”Stephen D. Edwards, sir.”
”Full name, please.”
”Stephen Dana.”
”Very good. Place of residence?”
”Tannersville, Pennsylvania.”
”A wonderful state, Pennsylvania. Parents' names, please.”
”Charles L. Edwards. My mother isn't living.”
”Tut, tut, tut!” said the school secretary regretfully and sympathetically. ”A great misfortune, Edwards. Now, you are entering by certificate?”
”Yes, sir, from the Tannersville High School.”
”And your age?”
”Fifteen; sixteen in----”
”Fifteen will do, thank you.” He drew out a drawer in a small cabinet set at the left of the broad-topped desk and ran his fingers over the indexed cards within it, finally extracting one and laying it very exactly above the one on which he had been setting down the information supplied by Steve. For a moment he silently compared the two. Then he nodded with much satisfaction. ”Quite so, quite so,” he said. ”You will room in Billings Hall, Number 12, Edwards. You are provided with linen and other articles required?”
”Yes, sir, but my trunk hasn't got here yet.”
”Quite so. One moment.” He drew a telephone toward him, pressed a b.u.t.ton on a little black board set at one end of the desk, glanced at the clock between the two broad windows and spoke into the transmitter: ”Mrs.
Calder? Edwards, 12 Billings, hasn't his trunk yet. Will you have his room made up, please? Eh? Quite so! Yes, 12 Billings. Just a moment.” He turned to Steve. ”May I ask whether the young gentleman with you is your room-mate, Hall?”
”Yes, sir.”
”And his trunk, too, is missing?”
”Yes, sir.”
”Quite so. Yes, Mrs. Calder, both beds, please. Thank you.” He hung up the receiver and pushed the instrument aside. ”That is all, Edwards. I trust you will like the school. Should you want anything you may come to me here or you will find your Hall Master, Mr. Daley, in Number 8 Billings. Now, if you please, Hall.”
Tom, in turn, answered the little man's interrogations and at last they were free to seek their room.
”Billings is the last dormitory to your right as you leave this building,” said the secretary, ”and you will find Number 12 on the second floor at the further end. Supper is served at six o'clock in the dining-room in Wendell, which is the last building in the other direction. As we have very few students with us yet, the supper hour is shortened and it will greatly a.s.sist if you will be prompt.”
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