"Yes, for goodness' sake do," urged Rector. "Stacy is bound to disgrace us."
"That would be impossible in some cases," retorted the fat boy sarcastically.
"Come on, Chunky," called Tad. "We will see what we can do for you."
Tad fixed Stacy out with a white tie, and assisted him to arrange it, after which Stacy once more placed himself on exhibition, this time meeting the approval of his critical companions, though his face was redder than before, and the collar seemed to draw more tightly about his neck than ever.
"We will now proceed," announced the Professor gravely.
"And be very careful that you don't fall down, Chunky," warned Tad.
"I don't intend to fall down. But why shouldn't I fall down if I want to?" demanded Stacy.
"That collar might cut your head off," replied Tad soberly.
"Then for goodness' sake fall down," grunted Ned Rector.
"I reckon I shall be the one to cut a dash instead of cutting my head off," retorted the fat boy pompously. "As I said before, you fellows are jealous. You're mad because you didn't think to bring along a white suit."