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 Nevin Baldwin, and two others of his kind, swinging across the campus. He had been painfully aware of the difference every time he saw him later. However Nevin Baldwin was the only person he knew in the whole college. If he made himself known to Nevin, perhaps he would give him a little advice, tell him what he should do to get into the college life, slipping by him—always slipping by him, like a moving sidewalk, while he stood stationary and watched. Timidity, and a pressing desire to become a good-fellow, like Nevin, fought for weeks in Felix's heart before he dared to approach Nevin. Nevin, always bent upon some urgent business, simply hadn't seen Felix.

'Why, hello there! If it isn't old Pastey,' he had exclaimed to Felix's shy 'Do you remember me?' 'Glad to see you, Pastey. How are things going?' He had been in a great hurry. 'Five minutes late already, old man. Sorry. See you later.' And later, it had always only been, 'Hello, there, Pastey. How are you?' Though once he had added, 'Drop in at my diggin's sometime.'

But of course Felix never had dropped in at the big, mansion-like fraternity house that was Nevin's 'diggin's.'

Felix had never dropped in anywhere. People thought he didn't want to, perhaps, if they thought at all. But he did. He did want to! Sheilah would like a fellow who had places to drop in.