“All right; let’s see if we can find Raggles.”
“Raggles?” questioned Phillip.
“Yes, the squirrel; I call him Raggles because his tail is all frayed out. And talking of names, mine’s Baker.”
“And mine’s Ryerson,” answered Phillip.
“Now we know who we are,” said Baker. He went to the window and threw some peanuts onto the gravel outside. Phillip followed and, peering over the other’s shoulder, waited for the squirrel to appear. But, although they offered every inducement, Raggles failed to present himself, and they made themselves comfortable on the window-seat and ate the peanuts themselves.
“Would you mind telling me what this E stands for?” asked Phillip, pointing to one of the cushions. “I saw it on your cap, you know.” Baker looked surprised.
“Why, Exeter,” he answered.
“Oh,” said Phillip. “That’s in New Hampshire, isn’t it?”
“Yes.” The host was plainly bewildered at the other’s ignorance. “Where did you prepare?” he asked.