Dan was silent a moment. Then—
“I tell you what I’ll do, Jones,” he said. “You let me study until nine and I’ll let you give house-parties from nine until ten. How does that suit you?”
“I’ll do as I like,” answered Tubby ungraciously.
“Then I’ll do as I like,” said Dan. “And if you have fellows up here to-morrow night between eight and nine I’ll go to Frye and tell him I can’t study.”
“Yah!” said Tubby.
Before this controversy, however, they had fallen out regarding the airing of the room at night. Dan was for having the window on his side of the room wide open, while Tubby declared that it was more fresh air than his constitution would stand.
“I had grippe last winter,” he said. “And I’m susceptible to cold; the doctor said so.”
“I don’t want you to catch cold,” said Dan, “but I can’t sleep with the room closed up tight. I’ll get a screen and you can put it around the head of your bed.”
“Don’t want a screen,” Tubby growled. “I don’t mind having your window open a little, say two or three inches, but I can’t stand a draft, and—”