"Thanks, but I've got to study a bit."
"Oh, leave that until to-night. No practice, is there?"
"No, most of the fellows went to Maitland with the first eleven."
"Maitland will beat us, probably. We always lose the first two or three games. Why didn't they take you along?"
"Didn't need me, I guess. Bacon is the regular quarter, you know."
"Yes, but I don't see why they need to play him all through the first game. Well, here we are. Get a sweater or something on and meet me down here."
They had paused on the landing outside the Junior Dormitory and Roy hesitated. Then,
"You live here, do you?" he asked.
"Yes, I have a corner bed by the window, and last year, when they wanted to put me upstairs, I kicked. So they let me stay; told me I could be useful keeping an eye on the kids. You'll come, eh?"
"Well, I—I guess so. It's good of you to ask me."