“Oh, they cut the pies with a machine,” replied the waiter airily. “Want some more coffee?”
“Walk around! Think I’m a millionaire? Make it a glass of water instead.” Then, addressing Ira again: “What are you going in for?” he asked.
“Going in where?”
“My fault! I mean what are you going to do with your spare time? Football? Tennis? Golf? What’s your line?”
“Oh! I don’t know. I’ve never played anything except a little baseball. I guess I won’t try any of those things yet.”
“You look as though you’d make a football player,” said Johnston. “If you don’t intend to try it you’d better keep out of sight. If Driscoll sees you he will get you sure.”
“Is he the captain?” asked Ira.
“Coach. Ever played it?”
“Football? No.” Ira shook his head. “I never thought I’d care to. I saw a game once at Lewiston.”
“Where’s that?”