“Yes,” said Colburn, “that's how he sounded to-night. I guess there's plenty more like him in the cities, too. That reminds me, I'd better arrange a debate on immigration for the Lumen. We'll put Brother Milholland for the negative, this time.”
Ramsey started violently. “See here—”
But the senior reassured him. “Just wanted to see you jump,” he explained. “Don't fear; you've done your share.”
“I should think I have!” Ramsey groaned.
“Yes, you won't be called on again this term. By the way,” said Colburn, thoughtfully, “that was a clever girl you had against you to-night. I don't believe in pacificism much, myself, but she used it very niftily for her argument. Isn't she from your town, this Miss Yocum?”
Fred nodded.
“Well, she's a clever young thing,” said the senior, still thoughtful. And he added: “Graceful girl, she is.”
At this, the roommates looked at him with startled attention. Ramsey was so roused as to forget his troubles and sit forward in his chair.
“Yes,” said the musing Colburn, “she's a mighty pretty girl.”
“What!”