“You talk as though you had slathers of ’em,” retorted Larry.
“No, thank heaven, I’m no one’s guardian. But I know what’s in store for you, poor devil! By the way, I’ve got a couple of seats for the Hollis Street to-night; will you?”
Larry shook his head disconsolately.
“Wish I could, but—er—I promised Chester I’d take him to call on some folks in town.” John grinned again.
“Well, don’t let me interfere with your duties, Larry,” he said, shaking his head gravely.
“Shut up! Has Davy got back?”
“No; the beggar wrote me that he was coming to-day, but he hasn’t shown up. I daresay he’s fallen asleep and gone on to Watertown or Waverly, or some other of those places you read about.”
“Wouldn’t be a bit surprised,” laughed the other. “When’s the table going to start?”
“Oh, Monday, I guess. I’m going around there for dinner to-night. Coming?”