“I guess I’ll have to. What do you think about it, Mal?”
“Oh, I don’t know much about football,” said Malcolm modestly, “but I think we ought to win if only on psychological grounds.”
“I beg your pardon?” asked Evan with elaborate deference.
“Just listen to him!” sighed Rob admiringly. “Isn’t he the boy wonder? Prithee, Mr. Webster, elucidate.”
“Oh, you know what I mean.”
“We know—oh, yes, we know all right, Mal! It isn’t that we don’t catch your drift. Psychology is an open book to us; in fact, my young friend Evan here got out the first patent on psychology. But it’s been greatly improved since then, and so—”
“Shut up,” laughed Evan. “What are you talking about, Mal?”
“Well, I mean that the—the mental condition of a person counts for a lot, the condition of his mind, you know. And—”
“You’re mixed,” said Rob. “But go ahead; a short lecture on mental philosophy by Professor Warne. The class will please come to order and Mr. Kingsford will remove the bent pin from the Professor’s chair.”