When at last he and Tough were homeward bound he felt he should die if he did not then and there learn certain things. So he began with Machiavellian adroitness:
"I say, Tough, what a splendid mother you've got. I didn't get half a chance to talk to her. I say, how long will she be here?"
"They're going over to Princeton first thing in the morning," said Tough, who was secretly relieved.
A button on the borrowed vest popped with Stover's emotion.
"How did you get on with Sis?"
"First rate. She's—she's awful sensible," said Dink.
"Oh, yes, I suppose so."
"I say," said Dink, seeing that he made no progress, "she's been all around—had lots of experience, hasn't she?"
"Oh, she's bounded about a bit."
"Still, she doesn't seem much older than you," said Dink craftily.