"Gleason."
"Mr. Gleason, won't you come and meet the family? Sis will be delighted to know a Yale man."
Thus came the Codfish to the Hasbrouck family, where, being properly presented, he bowed low and with supreme dignity. When Marjorie offered him her hand he held it a trifle overtime and looked unspeakable things.
"What is your specialty, Mr. Gleason?" inquired Mrs. Hasbrouck.
"O, a little of everything," said the Codfish noncommittally.
"O, isn't that lovely," cried Marjorie. "He does everything!"
"Well, I try a few things," struggling to produce a modest smile and with indifferent success.
"Tell us about Yale, Mr. Gleason," said Mrs. Hasbrouck. "I'm so sorry John isn't here because William is going down to Yale next year, I hope. I went to a game there years ago, a football game I think it was, in June——"
"Baseball, I think," corrected Billie. "They don't play football in June."