“That’s different,” declared his chum. “Hurry up and get out your arnica.”
“Say, you fellows make noise enough,” grumbled Phil at the entrance of his roommates. “What’s the matter?”
“Oh, Sid tried to go upstairs on his hands, and he didn’t make out very well,” replied Tom. “I’ve got two patients on my list now. How are you, Phil?”
“Oh, so-so. Gerhart was here a while ago.”
“He was? What did he want?”
“Left a note for you. It’s on the table.”
“Humph! Invitation to a little spread he’s going to give. Didn’t you fellows get any?” spoke Tom as he read it.
“No; and I don’t want one,” from Phil.
“And I’m not going,” declared Tom. “Gerhart is too much of a cad for me.”
“Insufferably so!” added Phil. “The little puppy gave himself such airs in here that I wanted to kick him out. But I wasn’t going to say anything, for I thought you might be getting chummy with him, Tom, seeing that he left the note for you.”