"Whew!" exclaimed Percy, with a look over at Van.
"I tell you what, if you want to get into Polly's good graces, you've just got to brush up on your catechism, and such things," remarked Van; "eyeglasses don't count."
Percy turned off uneasily.
"Nor suppers, and a bit of card-playing, eh, Percy?"
"Hold your tongue, will you?" cried his brother irritably.
"Nor swell clothes and a touch-me-if-you-dare manner," said Van mockingly, sticking his fingers in his vest pockets.
Percy made a lunge at him, then thought better of it.
"Leave me alone, can't you?" he said crossly.
Van opened his mouth to toss back a teasing reply, when Percy opened up on him. "I'd as soon take my chances with her, on the suppers and other things, as to have yours. What would Polly say to see you going for me like this, I'd like to know?"
It was now Van's turn to look uncomfortable, and he cast a glance at the door.