“I wish it had iron bands round it. If the thing bursts, I shall be all to the bad.”
“That strap’s as good as an iron band,” spoke his twin, reassuringly. “Things go a great deal better when they’re packed tight; I’ve heard mother say so often.”
“Why don’t you go together?” asked Owen, marvelling that the twins, who belonged together like the two halves of a walnut, should actually be at the point of separation.
“That’s a personal question, but I’ll condescend to answer it,” returned Duncan, a little sheepishly. “Don, of course, has passed all his exams. I only got recommended in three, and I believe I’ve flunked ’em all. So I’m going down to Uncle Will’s till after the Fourth, and then I’m to tutor in Cambridge. If I get a decent number of points in the fall, I’m coming back here. If I don’t, I’ve got to go to work.”
Donald caught the fastening at one end at the fourth attempt.—[Page 3].
“Shall you keep your room?”
Duncan nodded. “It doesn’t cost anything to do that. They’ve given me a room-mate too, a tall, bony fellow, named Archer. Upper middler. Hails from Portland.”
“You’ve seen him, then?”
“No. He’s related to the Sedgwicks, and he was there the other day. That’s his description as I got it from Wally. When are you going?”