Martin grinned slowly. “Sure! Why not? That’s patriotism. Every fellow’s got to think his school better than the other school!”
“Oh! Then Alton isn’t really any better than Kenly?”
“Of course it is!”
“In what way?” urged Willard hopefully.
“Well,” began the other reflectively, holding his pajama jacket together with one hand and rubbing a touseled head with the other. “Well—”
“Better class of fellows?” suggested Willard.
“N-no, they’re about the same. Some pretty decent chaps go to Kenly. It isn’t that. It—it—well, Alton’s just better, if you see what I mean!”
“I’m afraid I don’t,” laughed Willard.
Martin grinned. “You will when you’ve been here awhile,” he said encouragingly. “The switch is at the left of the door when you’re ready.”