“No, no, I’ll tell him all about it. Maybe he won’t have anything to do with it anyway. Sure, I don’t see why I can’t settle the trouble meself!”
Gerald joined Arthur and they made their way across the Yard together. As they approached the back of Whitson Hall a boy at an open window in the second story hailed them.
“Hello, Gerald! Come on up. Say, Arthur, I want you to help me with this history stuff. Will you?”
“That’s what comes of having a kid for a roommate,” sighed Arthur. “He doesn’t try to learn anything. All he thinks of is his beastly stamp book. He’s driving me crazy, talking about ‘issues’ and ‘perforations,’ and all the rest of the truck.”
“Are you coming right up?” called the boy.
“Yes, I am, and when I do I’ll wring your young neck,” answered Arthur savagely. “Why don’t you study once in a while?”
“How’s the stamp collection getting on, Harry?” asked Gerald.
“Fine!” replied Harry Merrow. “I got some dandies the other day. Traded for them with ‘Tiger’ Smith. Come up and see them.”
“Some other time, Harry. You’re going to study now, you know.” Harry Merrow made a face.