“Maybe I would,” answered Allan, pleasantly. Hal looked surprised.
“He’s given up the class secretaryship, you know,” he announced.
“Why?”
“I don’t know for sure, but Poor says he told him it was because he didn’t think he’d be here much after the holidays.”
“Where’s he going?” asked Allan.
“Don’t know. Funny idea, to come to college for half a year. Maybe——”
There were footsteps on the porch, the front portal opened with a crash, and an imperative knock sounded on the room door. Allan jumped to his feet. Could it be fire? he wondered, shooting a bewildered glance at Hal. He hurried to the door just as the hammering began again, more violently than before. Hal raised himself uneasily from the Morris chair, prepared for the worst. Allan called, “Come in!” and the door was flung open.
Entered Tommy Sweet!
“You thundering idiot!” bawled Hal. “I thought it was at least the Dean! You can make more— Hello, Burley! Glad to see you.”