"Cut it out, if it's about a girl," advised Sid. "When you get on the dame question, you don't know where to stop. Sufficient to say that there are some."
"Yes, and then some more," added Phil. "Wait until we go there or they come here. Then you'll see something worth seeing."
"May the day come soon," spoke Tom with a laugh. "I sat next to a mighty pretty girl to-day all right. She had a flag of Randall colors, and when we won she waved it so hard she nearly put my eye out."
"Of course you made a fuss," said Phil with a grin.
"Of course. I turned to apologize and so did she, and I knocked her hat all squeegee and she blushed and I got red, and then—well, I up and asked her if she had a brother at college."
"That's going some," commented Sid. "What did she say? Did you learn her name? Where does she live?"
"Fair and softly, little one," advised Tom, with a sort of assumed superciliousness. "Trust your Uncle Dudley for that."
He walked on a few paces.
"Well?" demanded Phil.
"Is that all?" cried Sid.
"No," said Tom, provokingly mysterious about it.
