"Hi, Carter!" called Paul. "Hold on! I want to see you."
Carter grinned; stopping his wheel by rising erect on its pedals, he vaulted to the ground.
"What's up, Paul?"
Without introduction Paul plunged into his subject. He spoke earnestly and with boyish eloquence.
"Say, Cart, what do you think of '20 starting a school paper?"
"A paper! Great hat, Kipper—what for?"
Kipper was Paul's nickname.
"Why, to read, man."
"Oh, don't talk of reading," was Melville Carter's spirited retort. "Aren't we all red-eyed already with Latin and Roman history? Why add a paper to our troubles?"
Paul did not reply.