"What's the rush?" asked Peter.
"I don't know. He didn't say."
"I think maybe we'd better go," broke in Pat. "He gave me the same message for you yesterday. I forgot about it."
"What has he got to do with you?" Peter inquired, after Weed had gone.
"Don't you see, when Mr. Twice became editor he inherited me along with the paper. Mr. Miles never did anything much the last couple years about managing me. He just turned over the allowance you gave me every week. Mr. Twice has taken complete charge. He's got my whole life mapped out."
"What's it going to be?"
"He's got it all fixed up for me to go to Harvard one more year and then start on the Bulletin."
"How do you like that?"
"I like it fine. But that doesn't make any difference. It's all fixed up that way anyhow. Twice has made up his mind about it."
"I'm obliged to him, but why can't he let me alone the first day. They didn't do things like this on the Bulletin in the old days. Here it is four years and I want to sit down some place and talk with you."