“Let’s you and Jim and me room together at college next year.”
“Right o! I’ve hated to think of college next year just on account of that—we used to plan to, you know.”
“Yes, I know.”
“Well, it’s all right now. Hard though it’s going to be to leave the old school.”
“Mighty hard, Kit.”
Another silence; close step; shoulder to shoulder.
“I say, Tony.”
“Yes, old boy.”
“Let’s swear never to let this sort of thing happen again. Let’s swear always to talk it out. No matter what, never to break again.”
“All right—I swear—never to break again—absolutely—so help me, God.”