“It would be hard to improve on what nature did for you in that respect,” murmured the irrepressible sophomore.
The boys were shown up to large, pleasant rooms, which had been prepared for them. Frank and Bruce were given a room together, but there were two old-fashioned beds in it, and it opened into another and smaller room that was designated for Ready.
“Thank goodness!” said Jack, when he found he was to have a room by himself. “I’ll not have to sleep in the same apartment with Browning. If I did, by the gods of Olympus! I’d get a clothes-pin and place it straddle of his nose to keep him from snoring. His snore is one of the most frightful things I ever encountered. Yea, verily! I know, for I’ve listened to it in the stilly hours of many an awful night, and it has filled me with despair and an intense desire to do murder.”
“Oh, shut up and get into your own quarters!” growled Bruce. “Your mouth must be tired. It’s been going yawp! yawp! yawp! ever since we left New Haven. You’re the worst case of talk-and-say-nothing I ever knew.”
“Refuse me!” chirped Ready, bowing low. “I happened to be built that way. It soothes my nerves to work my jaw.”
“But it tears up the nerves of everybody within hearing,” declared Bruce.
“Well, here we are, fellows,” said Frank cheerfully. “Starbright has a splendid home and a beautiful mother. I’m glad I came.”
“Wait till I get down to the supper-table and I’ll tell you better whether I’m glad or not,” said Jack. “I wonder if they’ve really got enough for us to eat. Even a railroad sandwich would have no terrors for me now.”