"That'll come in the Upper, and afterward!"
They drove sedately, amid the whirling masses of the school that went hilariously past them. They were no longer of the irresponsible; the cares of the state were descending on their shoulders and a certain respect was necessary:
"Good-by, old Sockbuts," said Tough, departing toward New York. "Good-by, old geezer!"
"Au revoir."
"Mind now—fifteenth of July and you come for one month."
"You bet I will!"
"Take care of yourself!"
"I say, Tough," said Dink, with his heart in his mouth. McCarty, laden with valises, stopped:
"What is it?"
"Remember me to your mother, will you?"