"On the first landing, sir."
"Why do you wear pink ones?"
The little freshman, hero-worshipper, face to face with his first great emotion, the conduct of an intoxicated man, blurted out:
"Don't you like 'em, sir?"
"Keep 'em on," said Stover magnanimously. "So you're a freshman."
"Yes, sir."
Suddenly he felt impressed with his duty, his obvious duty to one below him.
"Freshman," he said thickly, "I want you listen to me. Never drink to excess—understand. You beginning college—school of character—hold on yourself—lead a good life—self-control's the great thing—take it from me—understand?"
"Yes, sir," said Wookey, awed and a little frightened at the service he was rendering to the great Dink Stover.
"That's all," said Stover benignly. "Is—is my bedroom still there?"