about your best friends," answered Polly crisply.
"Oh, well, I didn't say anything," muttered Kewpie, grinning. "Those fellows are different, and you know it. Gee, if I was on the baseball team I'd let pastry alone, too, I guess. It stands to reason. You understand. But it doesn't make any difference to any one what I do. They wouldn't let me play basket-ball, and when I wanted to try for goal-tend on the hockey-team Scoville said it wouldn't be fair to the other teams to hide the net entirely. Smart Aleck! Besides, I'm only a hundred and sixty-one pounds right now."
"That's more than you were in the fall, I'm certain," said Polly severely.
"Sure," agreed Kewpie. "Gee, when I came out of the Farview game I was down to a hundred and fifty-one and a half! I guess my normal weight's about a hundred and sixty-five," he added comfortably. "What about those tarts and the cream-cake?"
"You may have the cream-cake and one tart, and that's all. I oughtn't to let you have either. Laurie says—"
"Huh, he says a lot of things," grunted
