“I wish,” observed Frank, looking round, “I had thought to bring along a ham. I might have one cured here in a very short time.”
They gathered about to shake his hand, but he begged to be excused on account of his lame wrist.
“I called to congratulate Mr. Ready on his splendid work in the Brown game.”
“Thank you,” said Jack, with a profound bow. “Do I not bear my honors becomingly?”
“Very so-so,” laughed Frank, for Ready had a queer way of saying simple things, a way that was highly ludicrous.
“Um-yum,” mumbled the freshman. “I am exceedingly modest, and I blush and tremble in the calcium-light glare of publicity which has been turned upon me of late.”
“But there are still greater honors in store for you,” declared Frank.
“Refuse me!” cried Jack. “I am afraid I shall be unable to stand the severe strain.”
“Oh, I think you’ll pull through! If you keep up the good work, you’ll get there.”
“Where is there?”