“First of the month. If you weren’t a foolish little sophomore, Tommy, you could come in too.”
“Huh!” answered Tommy, scathingly. “I’ve seen all I want of freshman club tables. I’m going——”
“How about me, Hal?” asked Pete. “I’d like to join, if your friend will have me.”
Hal hesitated for an instant.
“Why—er—I’ll speak to him about it. But I think he’s got his number made up.”
“That’s all right,” answered Pete, quietly.
“But I’ll do my best,” said Hal, hurriedly and awkwardly. “Maybe——”
“Call it off!” said Pete, with a cavernous yawn.
“If it was my table—” continued Hal, anxious not to hurt the other’s feelings.