After he had dropped his sarcasm, they believed that he would at least be fair with them, and accordingly, when they heard his terms, they could scarcely believe their ears.
But they managed to control their feelings and, bowing curtly, turned on their heels and strode from the office.
Once out in the hallway they gave vent to their indignation.
“My word! Princy must have had something awful mean for breakfast to have accumulated such a grouch!” exclaimed Misery.
“But we can’t blame him so much,” returned Longback. “What sticks in my craw is that old Tony Farelli, who was janitor at Rivertown High when most of our fathers and mothers were students, should have laid the trouble to the Pi Etas.”
“He must have some good reason for thinking it was some of us,” returned Dawson, “because Tony has always been square.”
“Seventy dollars is going some,” declared Jerry. “It looks to me as if the Pi Eta chapter room will be closed for some time to come.”
“Shall you pay it? I suppose you’ll assess the members equally?” asked Harry.
“Pay it! Well, I should say not!” retorted Dawson, angrily. “Princy can nail up the door of the chapter room first!”
“Now, don’t go to making any threats, Tom,” interposed Longback. “The thing to do is to have a meeting of the Kappa Phis and Psi Mus to decide what shall be done.”