“Oh, cut that!” said the other voice, in a tone of marked disapproval. “Can’t you ever forget that you were born with gold fillings in your teeth, Knighty? My father was a house carpenter, if it comes to that.”
“But he didn’t stay a house carpenter,” was the quick retort. “Just now he’s the head of the biggest contracting firm in the State of Iowa.”
“That doesn’t cut any ice, Knighty. You’ve got to take a fellow for what he is; not for what his father is or was.”
“That is exactly what I’m doing with the ‘worm.’ Donovan may be all right on the team, but I’d hate to see myself rooming with him.”
Larry was fully dressed by now, and he didn’t wait to hear any more. And it was only human nature again that made him remember bitterly what McKnight had said, and forget the sensible and ameliorating Rogers’ replies.
“Things break all right for you this afternoon?” Dick asked that evening after he and Larry were hived in their room.
“Oh, good enough, I guess,” was the morose reply.
“Coachie didn’t turn you down, I don’t think!” chucked the class recruiter. “Foot-ball squad, of course?”
“Freshman team,” said Larry, without looking up.
“Good! You’ll get inoculated with the real, old, simon-pure college spirit, after a bit, Larry.”