“Yes, you go to the banquet, too.”
“Oh,” said John, “this whole thing is like taking candy from a child. Say, Clarence,” he added in a whisper, “they’ve got a first-class cook there, and I am hungry.”
“I feel that way myself,” admitted Clarence.
“I’ll wager,” said the Rector, his eyes twinkling, “that you two are talking about the supper.”
“We just said we were hungry,” explained Rieler.
“For that matter, I’m famishing myself,” said the Prefect of the Sodality.
“And I’m hungry, too,” added Dora.
“Very good: clear out all of you, and you boys will be back in time for night prayers.”
And away they scampered like children—the big fellow, “Strong-Arm,” leading in the romp.