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 situate in each of the newer buildings, and accommodated fourteen faculty members.

Clif descended the stairway to the first floor corridor. At the far end the vicinity of the assembly hall entrance was crowded with boys who, waiting outside until the last moment, had now begun to crowd through the wide doorway. Clif concluded that he was the last one to arrive, but he wasn't, since, as he passed the open door of a room beyond Mr. Clendenin's office, he was obliged to step quickly aside to avoid collision with a wheel chair which, emerging noiselessly on rubber tires, had given him no warning. The chair was occupied by a boy a year or so Clif's senior. A dark plaid rug covered the lower part of his body. On a shelf stretched between the chair arms lay a book and a fountain pen. The occupant of the chair propelled it by the wheels, turning it deftly to avoid Clif and directing it along the corridor toward assembly hall. He smiled an apology as he did so. Noting that he was obliged to lean forward slightly to grasp the wheels, or, rather, a rim that projected from them for the purpose of propulsion, Clif said impulsively:

"Let me be chauffeur, won't you?"

The boy in the chair looked back and smiled again. "Why, thanks. I'm just going to the assembly hall, and it really isn't hard, but if you don't mind giving me a shove—"

"Glad to," said Clif heartily.

By the time they had reached the door the throng had thinned to a few embarrassed, giggling juniors,