“There’s not much choice between them, is there?” laughed Nead. “I was named for an uncle, my Mother’s brother. How did yours happen?”
“I don’t know, I’m sure. I guess Father or Mother liked the name. I confess I’m not fond of it, but it might be worse. What have you been doing this afternoon?”
“Oh, moseying around. It’s rather a dull hole. Played some pool over on Green Street with a fellow, for one thing.”
“Who was he?” asked Ira.
“Search me. I ran across him there and he wanted to play and I took him on. He was a shark, too. I only got three games out of ten. Had perfectly rotten luck.”
“One of the school fellows, was he?”
“Great Scott, no! He was a real player. Guess I could handle any of the school chaps at pool without much trouble. Say, there’s a reception or something tonight at the Principal’s. Sort of a shindig for the new chaps. You going?”
“I think so. One of the instructors said we ought to. By the way, who’s your adviser?”
“Hale, Physics man. He looks like a pill. I’ve got a date with him at seven-thirty. Who’s yours?”
“Mr. McCreedy, the Mathematics instructor. I’m to confer tomorrow at eleven-thirty. Where do we eat tonight?”