“Shut up, you two,” grumbled Chick. “For Pete’s sake, Tommy, don’t you ever do any studying?”
Tommy nodded and dropped a hand into a pocket. The nod wasn’t an emphatic nod, for he was undergoing an attack of boils just now, but its meaning was plain. “Sure, I have to study,” he replied untroubledly, “but I don’t believe in overdoing it. Say, Chick, don’t you think the wedding present we sent Johnny was all right?”
“Of course it was. He’s got enough plated silver to last him a lifetime. Say, by the way, the wedding’s to-morrow, isn’t it?” Chick leaned back from the table and looked thoughtful. “Well, I hope he will be happy. That’s sure a nice girl he’s marrying!”
Bert chuckled. “I believe you’re sweet on her yourself, Chick.”
Chick grinned but made no denial. Tommy said: “Wish he’d change his mind and come back next year, though.”
“He won’t,” said Chick positively. “You fellows will have some one else to boss you next fall.”
“He won’t boss me,” said Tommy comfortably. “Say, Chick, what train you going on Wednesday?”
“First one I can get. Why?”
“Mind if I come along? I’m only taking a small bag home, so maybe I can help you with your stuff.”