[Gil and Poke assisted in the household duties.]
[CHAPTER XIII]
POKE ON CANOES
It was shortly after Mr. Hanks’ disconcerting assumption of the rôle of despot that Jeffrey crossed the hall to Gil and Poke’s room one Friday evening.
“Are you fellows still grinding?” he asked.
“We are still studying,” responded Poke. “Please try to abstain from slang, Mr. Latham. I don’t care so much about myself, but it sets a bad example for my friend across the table. I have to be very careful about him. His parents have placed him in my charge, you see. Well, what’s on your mind, old top?”
“I’ve been thinking,” said Jeffrey gravely.
“I know.” Poke nodded sympathetically. “It does make you feel sort of queer, doesn’t it? Have a glass of water?”