This retort, interpreted in the spirit in which it was uttered, evoked howls of delight from all but the victim of Fred's sarcasm, and Shorty expressed their sentiments by saying:
"That ought to hold you for some time, Soda. Now, don't begin to talk back. Remember, children should be seen and not heard."
"Your conversation may be edifying, but it is not enlightening as to a boarding-house for Bronson," retorted Soda.
"I am deeply moved by your kind consideration of my welfare," smiled Bronson, "and I thank you heartily. But that I may save you further bother, I will tell you I have already arranged for quarters."
"Bet you're stung," declared Shorty, while the others chorused: "Where?"
"With Mr. Vining."
"The Head?" gasped the boys, flashing significant glances to one another, the rising inflection of their voices proclaiming their incredulity.
"Yes, he is an old friend of my family."
"Take me by the hand, somebody, and lead me away," groaned Soda. "Here we invited Bronson to a party at the Witches' Pool, and he lives with the Head."
Though the words were spoken in jest, the expressions on the boys' faces showed that they were wondering whether or not their new Form member would prove a spoil-sport.