Lloyd laughed uproariously at the joke. “And you say the little Yid was in the Ninetieth? Well, what is the Ninetieth coming to?”
“Lloyd, you mustn't say a word against Mr. Kellerman,” said Jane. “I think he is a real man.”
“Oh, come, Jane. That little Hebrew Shyster? Why, he does not wash more than once a year!”
“I don't care if he never washes at all. I won't have you speak of him that way,” said Jane. “I mean it. He is a friend of mine.”
“And of mine, too,” said Ethel, “since to-night. Why, he gave me thrills up in the armoury as he told us why he joined up.”
“One ten per, eh?” said Lloyd.
“Shall I tell him?” said Ethel.
“No, you will not,” said Jane decidedly. “Lloyd would not understand.”
“Oh, I say, Jane, don't spike a fellow like that. I am just joking.”
“I won't have you joke in that way about Mr. Kellerman, at least, not to me.” Few of her college mates had ever seen Jane angry. They all considered her the personification of even-tempered serenity.