“May the day come soon,” spoke Tom with a laugh. “I sat next to a mighty pretty girl to-day all right. She had a flag of Randall colors, and when we won she waved it so hard she nearly put my eye out.”
“Of course you made a fuss,” said Phil with a grin.
“Of course. I turned to apologize and so did she, and I knocked her hat all squeegee and she blushed and I got red, and then—well, I up and asked her if she had a brother at college.”
“That’s going some,” commented Sid. “What did she say? Did you learn her name? Where does she live?”
“Fair and softly, little one,” advised Tom, with a sort of assumed superciliousness. “Trust your Uncle Dudley for that.”
He walked on a few paces.
“Well?” demanded Phil.
“Is that all?” cried Sid.
“No,” said Tom, provokingly mysterious about it.