“Rusticated!” exclaimed Tom.
“For how long?”
“Two weeks.”
“On your own account, or——”
“Mainly because I wouldn’t tell, I guess. Being out late just once isn’t so monstrous.”
“Of course not. Still you couldn’t tell.”
“Certainly not. It’s tough, though. Suspended twice in the first term! I wonder what dad and the girls’ll say.”
“Don’t tell ’em.”
“Oh, I’ll have to, but I guess they’ll understand.”
“It certainly is rocky,” admitted Sid, “but, do you know, I envy you a bit. It’s getting mighty hard in class now. I have to bone away like a Trojan. Pitchfork has it in for me on Latin. I wish I had a vacation.”