“I’m going home,” said Tommy.
“(Shut up and sit down, Tommy!) Billy’s getting up a freshman club table and wants you and me to join. What do you say?”
“Where’s it going to be?”
“Pearson’s.”
“How much?”
“Six a week.”
“That’s pretty steep, Hal. Besides, I may go to the track-team table in the spring.”
“I’m going home, you fellows,” announced Tommy again.
“Will you please shut up?” asked Hal. “Well, you’d better join until then, Allan; sufficient to the spring is the evil thereof.”
“Well, I’ll think it over and let you know in a day or two. When does Greb want to start it?”