"No," said Baldwin, drily.
Baronson gave a glance at the study, remarked the advanced note in the shelves, and went to the door.
"After all," he said, with his hand on the knob, "the first year, Baldwin, we learn more than we teach."
"Gee! I think it's an awful bore," said the Gutter Pup.
"I don't see it either," said the Egghead.
"Who started it?" asked Turkey Reiter.
"Hickey and Elder Brother Baldwin," said the Egghead. "Hickey's improving his stand."
"Hickey, boy," said Butcher Stevens, professionally, "you're consorting with awful low company."
"Hickey, you are getting to be a greasy grind," said the Gutter Pup.
"I am, am I," said Hickey indignantly. "I'd like to know if I'm not a patriot. I'd like to know if I'm not responsible for the atmosphere of brotherly love and the dove of peace that floats around Baldwin's classroom. I'd like to know if I'm not responsible for his calling us up alphabetically, regular order, every other day, no suspicion, perfect trust—mutual confidence. Am I right?"