“Well, I congratulate you. It’s a grand old place. Wish I was with you.”
“Say, Andy!” piped up Chet Anderson, “if you go to Yale you’ll meet an old friend of yours there.”
“Who, for the love of bacon?”
“Mortimer Gaffington!”
Andy’s knife fell to his plate with a clash that caused the other diners to look up hurriedly.
“Mortimer Gaffington!” gasped our hero. “For cats’ sake! That’s so. I forgot he went to Yale! Oh, wow! Well, it can’t be helped. I’ve made my choice!”