His very enthusiasm, however, made him easy to impose on, and many a fellow received good marks merely because he simulated a fervid interest.

But Clint was either too honest or possessed too little histrionic talent to attempt that plan, and by the time the Fall term was a week old, he, together with many another, was just barely keeping his head above water.

He confessed discouragement to his room-mate one evening.

Amy was sympathetic but scarcely helpful.
"It's tommyrot, that's what it is," Amy said with conviction.

"What good does it do you to know Greek, anyway?
I'll bet you anything that Uncle Sim himself couldn't go to Athens tomorrow and order a cup of coffee and a hard-boiled egg! Or, if he did order them, he'd get a morning newspaper and toothpick.