“Did you know that bad boy?” asked innocent Maud.
“Slightly,” gasped Tom, in whose wardrobe at college those identical trousers were hanging at that moment.
“Don't make such a noise, my head aches dreadfully,” said Fanny, fretfully.
“Girls' heads always do ache,” answered Tom, subsiding from a roar into a chuckle.
“What pleasure you boys can find in such ungentlemanly things, I don't see,” said Fanny, who was evidently out of sorts.
“As much a mystery to you as it is to us, how you girls can like to gabble and prink from one week's end to the other,” retorted Tom.
There was a pause after this little passage-at-arms, but Fan wanted to be amused, for time hung heavily on her hands, so she asked, in a more amiable tone, “How's Trix?”
“As sweet as ever,” answered Tom, gruffly.
“Did she scold you, as usual?”
“She just did.”