"I asked what was the price of eggs?" said Tom, innocently.
"The—er—the price of eggs? How should I know?" stammered William Philander Tubbs in astonishment.
"Weren't you in the chicken business once?"
"Gracious me! No, Tom, no!"
"Funny I made the mistake—and I want to know the price of eggs the worst way," went on the fun-loving Rover, innocently.
"What do you want to know the price of eggs for?" questioned William Philander, curiously.
"Why, you see, we've got a new problem in geometry to solve, and the price of eggs will help out," continued Tom, looking very serious.
"What is it, Tom?"
"It's this, Tubby, my boy. If the diameter of an egg ten degrees west of its North Pole is two and eleven-tenths inches, what is the value of the shell unfilled? I thought you might help me out on that."
"Tom, you are poking fun at me!" cried the dudish student, as a snicker went up from the other youths. "And please don't call me Tubby, I beg of you," pleaded William Philander.