"I'm not so sure there isn't some basis for the feeling. We ought to watch out and make ourselves as democratic as possible."
"My dear fellow," said Hunter, in the tone of amused worldliness, "these anti-society fights go on everywhere. There was a great hullabaloo six or seven years ago, and then it all died out. You'll see, that's what'll happen. Gimbel'll get what he wants, then he'll quiet down and hope to make a senior society. Don't get too excited over things that happen in freshman year."
"Have you talked with Story?" said Stover, resenting his tone.
"Bob's got a curious twist—he's a good deal of a dreamer."
"Then you wouldn't make any changes?"
"No, not in our crowd," said Hunter. "I think we do very well what we set out to get—the representative men of the class, to bring them together into close friendship, and make them understand one another's point of view and so work together for the best in the university."
"You think the outsiders don't count?"
"As a rule, no. Of course, there are one or two men who develop later, but if there's anything in them they'll really make good."
"Rather tough work, won't it be?"