He disappeared swiftly. Before Dink could frame a reply he was surrounded by an admiring chorus. The Tennessee Shad and Macnooder shook hands with ceremony.
"You'll do," said the Tennessee Shad.
"You certainly will!" said Doc Macnooder.
"You've made a hit with Lucius Cassius," said the Tennessee Shad.
Dink shook his head; he knew better.
"You must always recite—always," said Doc Macnooder, from his great knowledge of the nature of masters. "Whether you're prepared or not—recite."
"I will," said Dink.
"And say, Dink," said Macnooder, "keep that outfit we sold you. There'll be more hayseeds in the fall."
Dink had thought of that; he had thought of something else, too, which he craftily hid in his own memory.
"Next fall I'll show them a thing or two," he said gleefully. "I'll make souvenir crockery sets the rage."