Miller shrugged. “Policy, my boy. Better take the advice of Cousin James and crawl into your shell till the storm has pelted past.”
Half an hour later Jeff met his cousin near the chapel and was taken to task.
“What's this I hear about your insulting Thomas?”
“You have it wrong. He insulted me,” Jeff corrected with a smile.
“Tommyrot! Why couldn't you treat him right?”
“Didn't like to throw him through the window on account of littering up the lawn with broken glass.”
James K.'s handsome square-cut face did not relax to a smile. “You may think this a joke, but I don't. I've heard the Chancellor is going to call you on the carpet.”
“If he does he'll learn what I think.”
The upper classman's anger boiled over. “You might think of me a little.”
“Didn't know you were in this, J. K.”