"Are you corresponding with Margarita?" said Skippy suddenly.
"And if I am?"
Skippy shook his head sadly.
"Woman—" he began sententiously and just then fate knocked at the door.
"Come in if you're good-looking," said Snorky, glad of the interruption.
The door opened and discovered a short bulbous freshman, just a whit embarrassed as freshmen should be in the presence of royalty.
"Oh well, come in any way," said Skippy. "What's your name, freshman!"
"Potterman," said the rotund youngster squeezing in.
"Sir."
"Sir."