“Where is your bowling team?” demanded Dale of the first student he met.
“Down at the gym. I believe,” drawled the student, and walked leisurely away.
“Now wouldn’t that freeze you stiff?” cried Andy. “Say, for two pins I’d turn around and go back.”
Some felt as Andy did, yet the crowd leaped to the campus and walked towards the gymnasium, located some distance away.
“Hi! hi!” yelled a gardener, who was fixing up a flower bed. “You can’t walk on this grass!”
“Oh, yes, I can,” answered Pepper coolly.
“No! no! It’s against the rules,” insisted the gardener.
“Oh, that’s it,” said Jack. “Will you kindly point out the way we can walk?” he added, sarcastically.
“Keep to the paths. This grass is only to look at, not to walk on.”
“Glad you told us,” said Pepper. “I might have picked a blade for my buttonhole. Andy,” he went on, “don’t look at the grass plot sideways, you may be taxed for it.”