“I hope I can,” was Ken's short reply. It was Ken's failing that he could not help retaliating. But he was also as repentant as he was quick-tempered. “Oh, I didn't mean that.... See here, Raymond, if we've got to be room-mates—”
Ken paused in embarrassment.
“Wull, we're both on the varsity,” said Raymond.
“That's so,” rejoined Ken, brightening. “It makes a whole lot of difference, doesn't it?”
Raymond got off the bed and looked at Ken.
“What's your first name?” queried he. “I don't like ‘Peg.’”
“Kenneth. Ken, for short. What's yours?”
“Mine's Kel. Wull, Ken—”
Having gotten so far Raymond hesitated, and it was Ken who first offered his hand. Raymond eagerly grasped it. That broke the ice.
“Kel, I haven't liked your looks at all,” said Ken, apologetically.