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" Pretty damn well," said Billie. "Anyhow he's a brick," said Peter Tounley. "We mustn't forget that. Lo, I begin to feel that our Rufus is a fly guy of many different kinds. Any play that he is in commands my respect. He won't be hit by a chimney in the daytime, for unto him has come much wisdom, I don't think I'll worry." "Is he stuck on Nora Black, do you know?" asked Billie.
He had been so submerged by Marjory's tenderness that all else had been drowned from his mind. His heart beat quickly as he waited for Marjory to leave him and rush to Peter Tounley. But she did nothing of the sort. " Oh, Peter," she cried in distress, and then she turned back to Coleman. It was the professor and Mrs.
The old stupid ! " Marjory did not appear to resent anything. " Oh, I don't think it was Mr. Coleman's fault at ail," she an- swered calmly. "I think it was more the fault of Peter Tounley, poor boy." " Well, I'd be glad to believe it, I'd be glad to believe it," said Nora. "I want Rufus to keep out of that sort of thing, but he is so hot-headed and foolish."
" Oh, Marjory, thank God, thank God-" Peter Tounley made a dramatic entrance on the gallop. He stopped, petrified. "Whoo!" he cried. "My stars! " He turned and fled. But Coleman called after him in a low voice, intense with agitation. " Come back here, you young scoundrel! Come baok here I " Peter returned, looking very sheepish. " I hadn't the slightest idea you-" " Never mind that now.
" Peter Tounley says everybody knows it." Well * anyhow * money is not everything." But it's a. great deal, you know well enough. You know you are always speaking of poverty as an evil, as a grand resultant, a collaboration of many lesser evils. Well, then? " But," began the professor meekly, when I say that I mean-" " Well, money is money and poverty is poverty," interrupted his wife.
But he felt that he was about to walk out of the room, consigning them all to Hades. His glance of angry, reproach fastened itself mainly upon Peter Tounley, because he knew that of all, Peter was the most innocent. Peter, Tounley was abashed by this glance. So you've brought us something to eat, old man. That is tremendously nice of you-we-appreciate it like everything."
"'Who told you he made fifteen thousand a year? asked the professor. "It was Peter Tounley this morning. We were talking upstairs after breakfast, and he remarked that he if could make fifteen thousand, a year: like Coleman, he'd-I've forgotten what-some fanciful thing." " I doubt if it is true," muttered the old man wagging his head. "Of course it's true," said his wife emphatically.
I don't know anything about Nora Black, but-" The three other students expressed themselves with conviction and in chorus. " Coleman's all right." " Well, anyhow," continued Coke, " I don't see my way free to admiring him introducing Nora Black to the Wainwrights." " He didn't," said the others, still in chorus. " Queer game," said Peter Tounley. " He seems to know her pretty well."
But Coke coolly said: " Well, then, I suppose it's true." It soon became evident that the students did not care for each other's society. Peter Tounley was probably an exception, but the others seemed to long for quiet corners. They were distrusting each other, and, in a boyish way, they were even capable of maligant things. Their excuses for separation were badly made.
Indeed, you sometimes resembled a boojum. Anyhow, you were a plain chump. You exploded your face about something of which you knew nothing, and I'm damned if I believe you'd make even a good retriever." "You're a half-bred water-spaniel," blurted Peter Tounley. "And," he added, musingly, "that is a pretty low animal." Coke was argumentative.
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