“St. Eustace,” said Dan.
“I wish we didn’t all live so far away from each other,” said Tom. “You’re away up in Portland, Nel’s in Boston, Dan’s in New York, and I’m out in Chicago.”
“You ought to live in a decent part of the world,” answered Dan.
“Cut it out, you two,” said Bob. “Don’t get started on one of your arguments about New York and Chicago. They’re beastly holes, both of ’em. Come to Portland.”
This suggestion brought forth three howls of derision.
“Anyway,” said Dan, “I wish we might go to college together.”
“Why can’t we?” asked Nelson. “You fellows all come to Harvard!”
“I couldn’t,” Dan replied. “My dad went to Yale and he’d scalp me if I told him I wanted to enter Harvard.”
“And I’m booked for Chicago,” said Tom mournfully.
“Poor chap,” said Dan commiseratingly. Whereupon Tom flared up.