“Professor,” he exclaimed humorously, “if we want to keep our reputation for decency it’s high time we reached home.”
“Very high time,” assented Dean solemnly.
“If we could only get a hack, or a conveyance of any kind,” lamented Kearns.
“I would be willing to ride home in the bottom of an express wagon,” declared the Professor. “Even a coal cart I would not despise.”
“But there’s not a vehicle in sight!” deplored Kearns.
“Not even an ash-cart, or a hearse,” declared the Professor.
“There’s just one more nip left in the flask,” said Kearns, sadly; “let’s take that and move on.”
“I rarely indulge,” began the Professor, “but——”
“Yes, I know!” interrupted Kearns hastily; “you’ve mentioned that before. Kindly help yourself.”
“But,” said the Professor, sternly, “I was going to add that I felt it my duty to do so upon this occasion out of regard for you.”