"I'm filling up a girl's card for the Prom, and I want you to help me out."
"Certainly; give me a couple, if the girl's the real thing."
"Much obliged. I'll put your name down."
"Second and fifth. Say, who is she?"
"Oh, some relative of Sawtelle's—you remember you used to go with him a good deal in the Dickinson. It's his sister."
"Whew!" said Snookers, with a long-drawn whistle. "Say, give me three more, will you?"
"Hardly," answered Turkey, with a laugh; "but I'll spare you another."
"I didn't think it quite fair to the girl," he explained later, "to give her too big a dose of Snookers. Queer, though, how eager the little brute was!"