later—Peggy. You're not working to-night, are you? Can't I come down after I come back from Commons and talk to you—about football? I don't have to study. I've got my work done for to-morrow."
"Well," she hesitated demurely, "I'll be in the living room at eight. If you would like to talk—"
And she disappeared.
Harold entered his room, nearly all in but very happy. Over to the wall he limped to the place where the "Tattler" photograph of himself hung under that of Chester Trask. Harold pulled out the thumb-tack holding his picture. For a second he looked at his own smiling photograph. Then he tacked it firmly in a new place—beside the picture of Captain Trask!
And so in "Speedy's" fancy, Chet Trask was tottering on his throne.
After a bath and a refreshing meal at Commons, Harold returned to find that Peggy had kept her promise. She was at the piano in the Sayre living room.
Never had he had such an excellent opportunity to get acquainted with pretty Peggy and he made full use of his chances. He told her all about Sanford, his Uncle Peter, his parents and Professor Harlow Gaines. She
