“I—I shacked, too,” muttered Small. “George Waters—”
“Me too!” piped Kid. “I wanted to. I’m tired of not having anything to do and having the fellows pretend not to see me and—and all that!” And Kid’s countenance dared them to do their worst!
“I feel that way too,” said Lanny. “After all, I guess it doesn’t do us youngsters any harm to—to wait on the older fellows a bit, Bert. Maybe it—it’s good whatdoyoucallit—discipline.”
“Yes, and when we are upper grade fellows somebody will have to do it for us,” added Kid blithely.
“I think you’re right,” said Bert. “You see, it makes a difference whether you like a fellow or not whether you want to do things for him, you know. I—I didn’t like some of the big fellows at first. I do now. I like them all. I—I guess shacking isn’t going to hurt us, fellows.”
“Besides,” began Small, “we showed them that we—”
There was a knock at the door, Bert cried “Come!” and Nan put her head in.
“Mamma said I might come up and see how you are, Bert,” she announced. “May I come in?”
“Of course,” said Bert. “Kid, give Nan that chair.”
Kid obeyed with a flourish. Nan seemed just a wee bit disappointed at finding Bert was not going to be an interesting invalid for a few days. After his condition had been discussed and it was quite apparent that he would be up and about the next morning, Nan exclaimed; “Just think! We’re all here, the Junior Four. We might have a meeting, Lanny!”