"Blind lady? I—er—have no blind lady friend," returned William Philander.
"Oh, yes, I remember now, Tubby, she was deaf—not blind. It's a wonder she didn't pick out something a little louder."
"Oh, Rover, I really believe you are poking fun at that necktie," returned the dudish student.
"We came to get you to come to the feast, Willie," announced Spud. "We don't want you to miss it."
"We wouldn't have you miss it for a peck of shelled popcorn," put in Bob.
"Yes, but really, I've got some studying to do, and——"
"You can study after the feast is over, my dear boy," broke in Tom, as he caught William Philander by the arm. "You'll be surprised how much quicker you can learn on a full stomach than on one that is half vacant. Come on!"
"Yes, but I——"
"We haven't any time to spare, Tubblets. You are going to the feast, so you might as well make the best of it. Come on, fellows, help him along. He's so bashful he can't walk," and thus urged, Spud took William Philander's other arm while Bob caught him by the collar and in the back, and thus the three of them forced the dudish collegian out of his room and along the hallway to Number 25.
By this time something like fifteen students had gathered in the room, and the advent of Tom and his chums with the somewhat frightened William Philander was greeted with a roar of approval. The dudish student was marched in and made to take a seat on a board which had been placed on two chairs. On the board sat several students, and William Philander was placed on one end.