“There’s a breeze now,” said Nick. “Get it?”
“Sure; it almost blew out the door,” replied Ted sarcastically. “Come on over to my place. It’s a heap cooler, I’ll bet.”
“I’m too tired to move,” protested his host. “We can go downstairs, if you like. I dare say it’s cooler in the common room.”
“Who’s with you this year?” asked Ted, his gaze traveling to the open door of the bedroom at the left.
“Fellow by the name of Ordway, or something. Comes from Maryland. Upper middler, I think.”
“How’d you happen to go in with him? Thought you liked rooming alone.”
“So I do, but I’ve had my eye on this suite ever since I came over from Manning. Gus Livingstone and I had it all fixed to take it together and applied last fall for it. Then, when Gus didn’t come back after winter vacation, I tried to get Nick to come in with me, and——”
“I wanted to hard enough,” said Nick, without turning, “but my dad kicked like a steer. He said seven hundred was too much for his pocket.”
“Wow!” exclaimed Ted. “Is that what this stands you? Seven hundred each?”