“Of course. But I want room to dress. You fellows clear out, and I’ll follow soon enough.”
“Where’s the clothes brush?” demanded Frank, who was the nearest ready. “Say, there’s enough dust in this room to stock a vacuum cleaner. Whew!”
“The rug needs taking up and beating,” commented Sid.
“Never!” cried Phil. “If we got it up it would fall apart, and we’d never get it down again. Let well enough alone. There, I guess I’m finished. How do I look?”
“Like one of the advertisements of college-built clothes from a back-woods tailor,” said Tom. “You’re too sweet to live! You’ll have all the girls crazy about you.”
“You’re jealous,” was the retort. “Get a move on, fellows.”
“Oh, sit down and take it easy,” advised Sid, who was struggling with a new tie in a stiff collar. “Whew! This is fierce. I can’t make it slide.”
“Put it out on first then,” advised Tom with a grin.
Finally the three were arrayed to their own satisfaction, and prepared to depart.