"What's the rest of it—the handle, the nickname."
"Are we telling our real names?" said the new arrival, cocking his derby.
"Green, get out the bamboo cane," said Skippy solemnly.
"Oh well, they call me Hippo—sir," said Potterman hastily.
"Ah yes, Hippo Potterman. Of course. That's good, but we'll try to do better by you. Where did they find you?"
"Philamedelphia, sir."
"What's that you've got there?" said Snorky just about to fall upon him bodily.
"Please, sir, it's a letter from Mrs. Bedelle, your aunt."
"Oh, I see," said Skippy with a feeling of disappointment. "You know my aunt? Well, freshman, you may give it to me. I permit you. Advance. That's it. Curtsey. A little lower. Better."
Dear Jack,