"Well, it's made up of the left-overs from Gamma Tau, as I told you when you came here. It hasn't any weight. It's the Gamma that is the Colossus around whose legs we all crawl."
"I'm not going to crawl around Gamma Tau. I don't like what it stands for, so I'm going to stand for myself. I can get along without it."
"Hear, hear, fine sentiments from Mr. Frank Armstrong. Hurray for high morality——"
The Wee One was interrupted by the opening of Frank's door. Jimmy entered.
"Hello," he said, "glad to see you. Hope I'm not intruding."
"Oh, not at all. We were just talking about Gamma Tau and her scouts who are out pledging for the elections."
"Well, that's just what I came over here to talk to Frank about."
"I'll be going then," said the Wee One, sliding down from the window seat.
"No, don't," cried Jimmy. "You're just the Solomon whose advice I need. You are bowed down with the wisdom of the ages. Stay where you are."