“It can do no harm—just in case.”
Now it dawns upon me that the hat is a pretext, and that Peter has been invited to the scene of last night’s revelry.
“All right, you can go. But first tell the cook to send me up some pickled cabbage.”
“I suppose, Sir, the birthday party went off well last night?”
“I should rather think so! There never was such a party in all my time at College.”
“I suppose you won’t want me to go to the University with you to-day?”
I feel remorse and make no reply.
“Your papa asked me why you were not up yet. But I was a match for him. ‘He has a headache,’ I said, ‘and complained when I called him; so I left the blinds down.’ And your papa said I was right.”
“For goodness sake, let me go to sleep! You wanted to go, so be off with you!”
“In a minute, Sir; I’ll just order the cabbage first.”