“I don’t know. I’ll see,” was the sober response. “We did have one last week.” Then, applying his mouth to a tube: “One-cold-ham-potato-salad!” he called. “Ice-tea-with-lemon!”
“Do you eat here regularly?” asked Ira of his neighbour.
“Dear, no! I eat in hall, but they don’t start until supper tonight. Lots of the fellows don’t come until afternoon, you see. Them as does has to eat where they can, and this is as good a joint as any. How do you like the place, as far as you’ve got?”
“All right. I haven’t seen much of it, though. I’ve been tramping around looking for a room most of the time.”
“Any luck?”
Ira shook his head. “There was one at—” he refreshed his memory by glancing at the slip—“at Parent’s, but it was pretty small and awfully hot.”
“Keep away from that dive,” advised the other. “You’d freeze to death in Winter there. Besides, we come to school to get away from them.”
“To get away from——”
“Parents,” chuckled the other. “Asterisk. See footnote. Joke intended. Have you tried Maggy’s?”