Willard shook his head ruefully. “It’s at Lakeville by now, I suppose, and I’m likely to run short of shirts before I get it. I’ve got only one in my bag.”
“You can wear mine, I guess,” answered Martin. “Better telephone to the station the first thing in the morning and get the agent to have them send it back.”
“Maybe the quickest way would be to go over and get it myself,” suggested the other.
“No you don’t! You stay right here! We went to too much trouble to get you to let you go over there and forget to come back!”
“No fear,” laughed Willard. “I’ve paid my money here and I’ll have to stick now! Honest, Proctor, is Alton a better school than Kenly?”
Martin paused in the act of disrobing and looked gravely judicial. “Well, we like to say it is,” he answered cautiously.
“Is it bigger?”
“Not much. They usually have a few less students.”
“But the faculty here is better?”
“Hm: well, I wouldn’t go so far as to claim that. Maybe it used to be, but Kenly enlarged hers a couple of years ago.”