“The lad with the dreamy eyes!”
“Oh, you Andy Blair!”
Andy sank back blushing, but Miss Fuller took it in good part.
Her act went on, and was well received. She did not again look at Andy, possibly fearing to embarrass him. And then, as she retired after her last number—a veritable whirlwind song—there came a thunder of applause, mingled with shrill whistles, to compel an encore.
Andy was aware of a disturbance in the front of the house. It was where a number of the students were seated, and Andy had a glimpse of Dunk Chamber. Beside him was Gaffington. Dunk had arisen and was swaying unsteadily on his feet.
“Sit down!”
“Keep him quiet!”
“Put him out!”
“Call the manager!”
“Make him sit down!”