“I don’t suspect; I know,” responded Prentiss warmly. “Any one would think you were a prep, doing such fool stunts as that!”
“I don’t see what you’re mad about, though,” said Rob innocently. “I’ll bet there was as much as sixty cents in that box.”
“I’ll bet you didn’t give any of it, then!” Prentiss sneered.
“You wrong me. I gave a whole bright, new penny.”
“That’s more than you gave at the meeting last night.”
“I didn’t have a penny with me then,” answered Rob sweetly. “If I had I’d have given it, really and truly. I don’t see how you can expect fellows to give money if you scatter it around the floor the way you did this morning. Why, there was enough in that contribution-box to buy half a dozen ice-cream sodas for the captain and manager!”
“Look here,” demanded Prentiss angrily, “do you mean to insinuate that I spend the football funds on soda water?”
“Of course not. How could you when you keep a nice itemized account of all expenditures? Let me see, you didn’t read the accounts last night, did you?”
“I’m not required to; but if you mean to accuse me of stealing the football money, Langton, you’d better come right out and say so.”