“It isn’t the club’s job—it’s mine.”
“Nonsense. All of us were at the dinner.”
“But all of you didn’t smash the vase. I did that myself.”
“And he hates to let his folks know,” Step explained in a stage whisper. “You see, things have been—er—er—they’ve been kind of piling up on him lately, and his folks—well, they’re getting prejudiced.”
“I see,” said Sam soberly. Then he paused, and took thought. “Look here, Poke!” he went on. “You, too, Step! I suppose that letter came to-day.”
“Yes, he found it when he came home from school,” Step declared.
“Well, it doesn’t have to be answered to-day. You fellows have got to come along with the rest of us.”
“Oh, I couldn’t!”