“Oh, Mount Morris is all right,” replied Jimmy, carelessly condescending, “if you aren’t particular. A lot of fellows do go there.”
“Just like that, eh?” asked Crail, grinning. “Well, aside from that it’s pretty good, isn’t it?”
“We naturally like Grafton a good deal better,” said Dud seriously. “And I guess it really is better. But Mount Morris is good, too. That is so, isn’t it, Jimmy?”
“Oh, it’s good enough, I suppose,” answered Jimmy without enthusiasm. “We generally manage to beat it at about everything from chess to football, and we have a lot more fellows, and better buildings and better faculty, but it’s fair.”
“I savvy. This place you go to and Mount Morris are rivals, eh? Play football together?”
“Sure.”
“And you fellows always win?”
“Well, not always,” granted Jimmy, “but pretty generally. We won last year and——”
“First call for dinner in the dining car!” announced a waiter, passing through the car. “Three cars forward!”
“Me for that!” exclaimed Crail. “You fellows eating?”