"Welcome to our city," greeted Cateye, tossing aside a notebook upon which he had been working, "I'm always glad to entertain callers, for then I feel that I have a legitimate excuse to quit studying. What have you got there, Pole?"
"A new guitar. Isn't she a beaut? Dad sent it to me for a birthday present!" Pole sat down on the bed, struck a few chords, and started a tune. "This place hasn't been stirred by any real music this year and I decided to cut loose to-night!"
"Good heavens, Pole, why should you wish any of your discord on us?
Why not rehearse in your own room?"
"I wanted an audience," replied Pole, "Isn't this ditty pretty? I composed it myself."
Potts, at this juncture, drew forth a Jews harp and added further discordant vibrations to the atmosphere.
"I can beat you both!" grinned Judd, and diving for his suitcase he unearthed a mouth organ. In another moment he was reproducing the familiar strains of, "And When I Die."
The effect was almost instantaneous. Doors swung open on the halls; students on the lower floors started coming up stairs; everything was in commotion.
"Now you've done it!" reprimanded Cateye. "We'll have the whole dorm on us in two minutes! Pole, ring off on that guitar!"
Shouts were already coming from outside.
"Have a heart!"