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HE college year swept rapidly to its close, so rapidly to the seniors that the days seemed to melt in their grasp. The twenteth of June would bring them their diplomas and the end of their college life. They felt a bit chesty at the thought of that B.S. or A.B., but a little sentimental at the thought of leaving “old Sanford.” suddenly everything about the college became infinitely precious—every tradition; every building, no matter how ugly; even the professors, not just the serving few—all of them.

Hugh took to wandering about the campus, sometimes alone, thinking of Cynthia, sometimes with a favored crony such as George Winsor or Judge Jamieson. He did n’t see very much of sorry the last month or two of college. He was just as fond of him as ever, but Norry was only a nior; he would not understand how a fellow felt about Sanford when he was on the verge of leaving But George and Pudge did understand. The did n’t say much as they wandered around buildings, merely strolled along, occasionally using to laugh over some experience that had Rh