“Humph! I’d like to see myself,” murmured Sid, as he carefully tacked up a calendar and a couple of football pictures.
“Oh, that’s Miss Tyler’s picture, isn’t it?” spoke Phil.
“Yes.”
Phil was sorting his books when from a volume of Pliny there dropped a photograph. Tom spied it.
“Ah, ha!” he exclaimed. “It seems that I’m not the only one to have girls’ pictures. Say, but she’s a good-looker, all right!”
“She’s my sister Ruth,” said Phil quietly.
“Oh, I beg your pardon,” came quickly from Tom. “I—I didn’t know.”
“That’s all right,” spoke Phil genially. “I believe she is considered quite pretty. I was going to put her picture up on the wall, but since Sid objects to——”
“What’s that?” cried the amateur misogynist. “Say, you can put that picture up on my side of the room if you like, Phil. I—I don’t object to—to all girls’ pictures; it’s only—well—er—she’s your sister—put her picture where you like,” and he fairly glared at Tom.
“Wonders will never cease,” quoted the ’varsity pitcher. “Your sister has worked a miracle, Phil.”