“Wait until we get her fixed up,” advised Dunk. “Then we’ll have something to show you! I haven’t decided on a bed yet,” he added to Dick. “Pick out the one you want.”
“I’m not particular. They all look alike to me.”
“Yes, they’re just the same. Fed your face yet?”
“No, but I’m hungry. Thought I’d wait for you.”
“Say, where is your eating joint?” asked Thad.
“I haven’t picked out one yet,” answered Andy. “I was thinking of going to the Hall——”
“Oh, that’s no fun!” cried Bob. “Come with us. We have a swell place. Run by one of our Andover crowd. Good grub and a nice bunch of fellows.”
“I’m willing,” agreed Andy.
“We could try it for a while,” assented Dunk, “and if we didn’t like it we could switch to the University Hall. What do you say, Andy?”
“I’m with you. The sooner the quicker. I’m starved.”