“Same here,” added Dunk. “Trot out your ties, Ikey.”
In spite of the fact that he sometimes insisted on the students buying things they did not really need, Ikey was a general favorite in the college.
“There’s a fine one!” he exclaimed, holding up a hideous red and green scarf. “Only a dollar—worth two.”
“Wouldn’t have it if you paid me for it!” cried Andy. “Show me something that a fellow could wear without hearing it yell a block away.”
“Oh, you want something chaste and quiet,” suggested Ikey. “I have the very thing. There!” holding it up. “That is a mere whisper!”
“It’s a pretty loud whisper,” commented Dunk, “but at that it isn’t so bad. I’ll take it, if you don’t want it, Andy.”
“You’re welcome to it. I want something in a golden brown.”
“Here you are!” exclaimed Ikey, sorting over his stock.
He succeeded in selling Andy and Dunk two scarfs each, and tried to get them to take more, but they were firm. Then the merchant-student departed to other rooms.
“It’s a queer way to get along,” commented Andy, when he had finished admiring his purchases.