“Foster. Mr. Morgan gave me your address. I want some tutoring in Latin, and he said he thought you could take me on.”
“Possibly. Just dump those books on the seat there. What hours do you have free, Foster?”
“This hour in the morning and any time in the evening.”
“What about afternoon?”
“I’m trying for the football team and that doesn’t leave me much time afternoons. Still, I guess we’re usually through by five.”
Merriman shook his head. “I’d rather not waste my time and yours, Foster. Football practice doesn’t leave a fellow in very good trim for tutoring. Better say the evening, I guess. How would seven to nine do?”
“Two hours?” asked Myron startledly.
“Yes, you can’t accomplish much in less. I can’t, anyhow.”
“Very well. Seven to nine. Shall I come here or——”
“I’ll come to you. What’s the number in Sohmer? Seventeen? All right. We’ll begin tomorrow. My terms are a dollar an hour. You pay for the time it takes me to get to you, usually about ten minutes. Can you arrange with your room-mate to let us have the place to ourselves at that time?”