“Sure! That will make it all right with him,” answered Bert. “He will like that, Chick.”
“Oh, well, hang it, a fellow’s got to have some fun! What’s the good of going to bed at ten, anyway? You don’t get to sleep.”
“Not if you keep on talking,” said Bert, yawning.
“Gosh,” grumbled the other, “you could go to sleep at seven, I guess. How long have you been in bed?”
“Couple of hours.”
“What, didn’t you go out at all?”
“Uh-huh—I mean no! Say, for Pete’s sake, Chick, shut up and go to sleep! How do you think I’m going to keep my schoolgirl complexion if you go on jabbering?”
“All right. But, just the same, I wish I’d come home by State street!”
“Or started earlier,” murmured Bert.
Chick glared resentfully across through the darkness but could think of no appropriate retort. Then came unmistakable indications that his room-mate was asleep.