“No, no, I guess Hot Celery Wine would be too strong. I’ll have a hot chocolate.”
The clerk, visibly amused, served the order and added a little dish of sweet crackers, and the boys removed their repast to one of the small tables near by from where they could view the street through the big window.
“There are some Broadwoods now,” said Alf, “looking at the cup. I’d like to hear what they’re saying.” Dan leaned past him so that he could see Proctor’s window.
“The big fellow is Rhodes, their full back,” he said. “Here come a couple of them over here.”
The two Broadwood fellows entered, ordered raspberry college ices, and sat down at a table a few feet distant. They had recognized Alf at once and possibly Dan, but they strove to hide the fact.
“What did you think of it?” asked one.
“Oh, not so bad,” was the reply. “Of course it isn’t really silver; you can see that quick enough.”
“Of course,” replied the other scornfully. “Probably tin, don’t you think?”
“Or pewter. They’re using pewter a good deal for cups.”
“Ugly shape, isn’t it? I suppose, though, that Yardley thinks it’s quite wonderful. I guess they don’t see many cups over there.”