“‘You Americans’?” asked Bert quizzically.
Ordway laughed and colored. “I mean, we Americans have a way of laying it on a bit thick, if you know what I mean. Can’t always believe all you read in the advertisements, you know. That’s why I fancied this place might not be quite up to specifications. It is, though. Everything’s just about the way the catalogue gives it.”
“I guess so. Let’s go back to the room. That’s about all there is to see. Except Morris and Fuller over there. The two white houses at the corner. They’re dormitories, too. Morris has twelve fellows and Fuller eight. Some chaps like them, but I never thought I’d care for them. It’s getting a lot cooler, isn’t it?”
“Yes, the breeze is bully. You’d say ‘bully,’ wouldn’t you?” he added doubtfully.
“I guess so,” laughed Bert. “Or ‘great,’ or ‘fine and dandy.’ What would you say?”
“Oh,” replied the other vaguely, “we might say it was ‘ripping,’ or ‘topping,’ or ‘a little bit of all right.’ ‘Bully’ wasn’t the word I meant, though. It was——” He hesitated. Then, “Corking!” he exclaimed triumphantly. “That’s the word!”
“You’ll do,” Bert laughed. “Come on up.”