“I wouldn’t wonder. Say, it’s a queer way for a fellow to get through college, isn’t it?”
“It sure is. Yet he’s a decent sort of chap. Only for that affair of the vases.”
“Oh, he made restitution in that case.”
They went on dressing, with hurried glances at the clock now and then to make sure they would not be late. From out in the raised court came a hail:
“Oh, you, Dunk!”
“Stick out your noddle, Blair!”
“Come on down!”
“That’s Thad and his crowd,” announced Andy.
“Let ’em holler,” advised Dunk. “I’m not going with them.”
“Oh, you Dunk!”