That night, as they started on the problem of interior decorations, Stover threw himself on the bed, rolling with laughter.
"Well, I'm glad you've decided to be cheerful; but what in blazes are you hee-hawing at?" said the Tennessee Shad, mystified.
"I'm laughing," said Stover, loud enough for Dennis down the hall to hear, "at the Superiority of the Superlative over the Comparative."
XII
"Why, look at the Dink!" said Lovely Mead the next afternoon, as Stover emerged in football togs which he had industriously smeared with mud to conceal their novelty.
"He must be going out for the 'Varsity!" said Fatty Harris sarcastically.
"By request," said the Gutter Pup.
"Why, who told you?" said Stover.
"You trying for the 'Varsity?" said Lovely Mead incredulously. "Why, where did you play football?"
"Dear me, Lovely," said Stover, lacing his jacket, "thought you read the newspapers."