There had been a great intercollegiate football game that day, and Vandover, remembering that he had once found an interest in such things, had at first determined to see it.

But toward eleven o'clock in the morning the rain had begun to fall, and Ellis, who was to have gone with him, declared that he did not care enough about the game to go out to it in the rain.

Vandover was disappointed; he fancied that he could have enjoyed the game--as much as he could enjoy anything of late--but he hated to go to places alone.

In the end, however, he resolved to go whether Ellis went or not.

It was a holiday.