"He loves to call a football an 'illusive spheroid,'" chuckled another chap.
"So it is," asserted Amy vehemently. "I know, because I tried to play with one once!"
"I'll bet a great little football player was lost when you forsook the gridiron for the--the field of scholarly endeavour," said Tom Hall.
"He's caught it, too!" groaned the youth beside him, Steve Edwards. "Guess I'll take him home."
"You're not talking that way yet, are you, Thayer?" asked Jack Innes solicitously.
"I don't think so," replied Clint with a smile.
"You will sooner or later, though. The fellow who roomed with Amy last year got so he couldn't make himself understood in this country and had to go to Japan."
"China," corrected Amy, "China, the Land of the Chink and the chop-stick."
"There he goes!" moaned Still.
"What I haven't heard explained yet," said Steve Edwards, "is what's happened to Amy's glad socks. Why the sobriety, Amy?"