“I stopped at the gymnasium for a few minutes and then walked home with a fellow named Pennimore, and I’ve been in his room.”
“Pennimore! Gerald Pennimore?”
“I think his name’s Gerald,” replied Kendall, squirming out of his sweater. Harold whistled. Then he chuckled:
“I’d like to have seen you together, you two. The millionaire and the scarecrow, eh?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” returned Kendall with a scowl.
“I mean you and your friend, Mr. Moneybags. Didn’t you know he’s the richest fellow in school? And the biggest snob?”
“No.” Kendall shook his head and thought a moment. “I guess this was another Pennimore,” he said. “He was just like anyone else—only nicer.”