“And very likely you will get a higher mark at the recitation than I.”
“Well, perhaps so,” laughed Walter. “I suppose it is because I have more cheek than you.”
“You can do better on slight preparation, certainly. You talk like a professor when you are on your feet.”
“You want to be a professor some time, Gates, don't you?”
“Yes,” answered his chum, his face flushing, “I should be proud to become a professor in old Euclid.”
“It would be awfully slow, I think,” returned Walter, stifling a yawn.
“What then, is your ambition?”
“I want to go out among men. I want to take an active part in the world.”
“You will have to work harder than you do in college, then.”
“I suppose I shall. But I am young, Gates. I am only seventeen.”