“—The year. If—if you annoy me any more with—with your unjust accusations I’ll go straight to Faculty. It—it’s getting monotonous.”
Cummings’s jaw fell and for a moment speech deserted him. At last: “You’ll go to Faculty! Ha, ha! Why, you—you little button-nosed——”
“Never mind my nose. At least I keep it out of other fellows’ affairs! I don’t——”
“You keep it out of my study then! Just once more——”
“Don’t be an ass, Cummings,” begged Jonesie. “How could I get into your old study if the door’s locked? Use your bean.”
“I don’t know how you do it! I wish I did! But you do it! I’m sick of it. And you’ll break something first thing you know! I—I ought to knock the stuffing out of you, Jonesie, that’s what I ought to do. I’ve stood mor’n most fellows would stand.”
“Try it and see what happens, old dear.”
“Oh, yes, you’d run to Faculty with it!”
“Like a shot,” agreed Jonesie.