Far from being offended, Porter grinned gleefully, and incidentally wondered where the money was coming from to pay the rent of the roadster that had brought him up to see his Hometon girl visiting in Mt. Alban.
"Well," he replied, "I never was what you'd call a willy, eh?"
"No," said Sadie, "but—well, you were so young, you know."
Porter's "girl" was talking in a low tone with a new bank junior who was beginning to realize what a juvenile and unromantic affair school had been. Sadie nudged Perry.
"You want to watch out," she whispered, so that the others could hear, "or you'll be losing your friend."
Frankie Arling blushed. The junior did too.
"N-n-no danger," he stammered, without knowing exactly what he said.
"Why no danger?" asked Miss Hall, anxious to say something interesting.
For answer the junior looked at Perry with the deference due a teller. Porter pouted—not like a child, but like a pigeon.
"Have some ice-cream, girls," he suggested, determined to convert the junior's respect into awe.