"Recitation," said Al. "They've got a two-twenty sprint before the bell stops. We're out of hours, now, except for the Upper House."
"Meaning me?" said Stover, rising.
"Sit where you are," said Al. "You're all right for to-day. Where do you hang out?"
"Green House," said Dink, who, beginning to feel hungry, ordered another jigger and selected a chocolate éclair.
"You're not rooming with Butsey White?"
"The same."
"You are?" said Al pityingly. "Well, just let me give you one word of advice, young fellow. Sew your shirt to your back, or he'll have it off while you're getting into your coat."
"I wasn't born yesterday," said Dink impudently, gesturing with his spoon. "And I rather fancy I'm a pretty cute little proposition myself."
"So!"
"If any of these smart Alecs can get the best of me," said Dink grandiloquently, egged on by the other's tone of disbelief, "he'll have to get up with the chickens!"