“Well, I hadn’t thought of telling him,” laughed the other. “Maybe we’d better keep the joke to ourselves.”
“Oh, he won’t mind after he’s got settled at Phin’s,” said Bert carelessly.
“Just the same, I guess we’ll keep it to ourselves,” Hansel insisted. “What we want to know is whether you’ll go and see Sanger with us this evening. Will you?”
“Oh, but I’ve got to study!” said Bert blankly.
“But it won’t take more than an hour.”
“An hour! Thunder! Why, I’ve got a whole bunch of work to do; and Latin’s the hardest ever!”
“Well, have a go at it now. Harry won’t be here for three-quarters of an hour.”
“Can’t,” replied Bert. “I’ve got a couple of plays I want to work out. I’ve got to do those first. I’ll go with you to-morrow night, though.”
“You’ll go with us to-night,” answered Hansel firmly. He switched away the paper from under Bert’s pencil and substituted his Latin book. “There! Now find your place and get busy. Here’s your dictionary.”