They puffed in unison a moment.
"You're hitting up a good pace on that Lit competition," said Dink, unconscious of the tone of patronage into which he insensibly fell.
"Pretty good."
"That's right. Keep plugging away."
"Why?" said Brockhurst, with a little aggressiveness.
"Why, you ought to make the chairmanship," said Dink, surprised.
"Why should I?"
"Don't you want to?"
"There are other things I want more."