THE YALE CUP
CHAPTER I
AN EXPERT PACKER
“All packed?” inquired Robert Owen, inserting his head through the door of Number 7 Hale and sweeping the scene of confusion with a curious glance. Satisfied to accept the evidence of his eyes in lieu of a definite reply, Owen was just closing the door again when one of the Peck twins, who inhabited the room, sang out: “Hi there, Bobby! Come in here a minute!”
Owen let himself in and set his back against the door.
“You call that packing, do you?” he asked, looking with a grin of amusement at a big trunk which gaped at him with wide-distended jaws, the whole front of the tray showing like a flaunting tongue. “Whose trunk is that?”
“Don’s,” replied Duncan.
“Why don’t you take some of the things out and put them in yours?”
“Because he’s going straight home, and I’m not,” retorted Duncan.
“That lid will never go down,” said Owen, who had been examining the overfed monster. “You’ll have to repack.”