“Dan says you’re coming here after Christmas.”
“Yes, I am,” replied Gerald uneasily, dreading the next question.
“Got your room yet?”
“No, not yet. Father has spoken about it, though.”
“I see. Thought perhaps you and Dan would room together.”
“I’d like to,” answered Gerald, “but—I don’t know—”
“You’d better. He’s a good sort, Dan is. He and I—” there was pride in Tubby’s voice—“have been pretty good chums.”
“But won’t you—” began Gerald.
“Me?” said Tubby carelessly. “Oh, I may decide to change my room. You can’t tell. Perhaps I won’t be here after Christmas.”
“Oh, I hope you will,” murmured Gerald.