“You’ll pick it up. Did I understand Farnsworth to say you were Harvard?”
“Yes.”
“I’m Princeton. Say, what sort of a football team have you this year?”
Don knew football. He had played right end on the second team. He also knew Princeton, and if the information he gave Blake about the team ever went back to New Jersey it did not 46 do the coaching staff there any good. However, it furnished a subject for a pleasant half hour’s conversation. Then Blake went out, and Don returned to his former place back of Powers’s desk.
“I’ll bet you didn’t get much out of him,” observed Miss Winthrop, without interrupting the click of her machine.
“He seems rather a decent sort,” answered Don.
“Perhaps he is,” she returned.
“He’s a Princeton man,” Don informed her.
“He’s Percy A. Blake,” she declared––as if that were a fact of considerably more importance.
He waited to see if she was ready to volunteer any further information, but apparently she considered this sufficient.