at "Speedy," "I'm going to tell you what this bunch really thinks of you."
Peggy raised her head and made a helpless little gesture to stop him. "No, no, Dan," she begged in a whisper.
But Dan went remorselessly on. "You think you're a regular fellow, don't you?" he sneered. "Why, you're nothing but the college boob!"
Harold's face clouded. He looked uncomprehendingly at Dan. Hurt. Astonished. Peggy, sympathy streaming from her face, peered anxiously at Harold.
But the angry Dan was not yet through. He fairly shouted, "Ever since you came to college, we've just been kidding you—look—"
Dan swept his arm in toward the ballroom. It was the intermission in the dancing. The orchestra had adjourned to side tables for their refreshments. The dancers were in the center of the floor waiting for the waiters to push out the tables and bring the food. Evidently everybody thought their host had departed for good and it was the time to be natural about him, to enjoy the long pent-up laugh at his expense.
In spite of himself, Harold looked. Surrounded by a group of admirers of his mimicry, Garrity was executing the celebrated jig step of Lester Laurel and "Speedy" Lamb,
