“That is what you meant.”
“Walter is all right,” spoke up Dan quietly. “He’s had his medicine——”
“You mean the ipecac?” interrupted Ned.
Even Walter joined in the laugh that followed, though his expression was not one of pure enjoyment.
“You know what I mean,” continued Dan. “I had to learn what a butter-plate was for. It troubled me a good deal at first, but I got a lot of comfort out of the fact that every fellow had to learn something. If it wasn’t butter-plates, then it was something else. Walter, here, had to learn to stand up——”
“I was in the history class the other day,” piped in Carlton.
“Good for you, kid,” retorted Hodge. “Glad to hear you were where you ought to be.”
“I was there in a way,” said Carlton. “Mr. Sutherland called on me to recite——”
“I sincerely trust you did yourself proud,” suggested Hodge demurely.