“Sure it can be fixed,” put in Frank, rubbing his hips where he had been pinched. “It’s only those extra boards that were nailed on last term. We can put fresh ones on—stronger ones, or, if we can’t——”
Frank hesitated, and a cunning look came over his face.
“Well, what?” asked Tom suspiciously.
“Oh, nothing,” answered Frank vaguely. “I—er—I guess it can be fixed all right.” He bent over the sofa, and began propping up the ends on piles of books. “It’ll do to sit on, if you do it carefully, until I can nail it up in the morning,” he added.
“Well, don’t you sit on it,” warned Phil significantly.
“And for cats’ sake, don’t let him wind the clock, or he’ll bust the spring of that,” added Tom.
“Keep out of that chair!” cried Sid, as Frank was about to sink into one of the big pieces of furniture. “You’re a regular vandal. Everything you touch you bust.”
“No, don’t sit there, either,” put in Phil, as Frank turned toward the other chair.
“Where will I sit then?”
“On the floor. That’s solid enough,” spoke Tom.