"Go ahead, open your heart, what's a roommate for?"
"You'd be a nice one to confide in! Why not shout it in a telephone?"
"Hold up, that's a raw deal," said Snorky rising wrathfully. "I may have weakened under that awful stink, but I kept the secret, didn't I? Didn't I stand up three hours against the whole blooming house and did they ever get a word from me about Mosquito-Proof Socks, and in the state of temper they were too? Oh, I say, come now, square deal you know!"
Skippy considered him more favorably. Besides, he remembered that by Saturday he would need to embellish his sartorial display with a few treasures from his chum's wardrobe. He sat down and took his head in his hands.
"Snorky, old fellow, you're right—I've got it bad."
"And you're going over to Princeton Saturday to meet her?" said Skippy, who saw a trail.
"Her, what her?"
"Mimi Lafontaine, of course," said Snorky with a sudden intuition.
"Her name is Tina," said Snorky tragically. "Her first name. Perhaps some day I can tell you her real name, not now."
"Rats, it is Mimi, and you're going over again to meet her at the game," said Snorky, who knew the Skippy imagination.