"Sure as you're born," answered Dick. "We'll be glad to have you there, William Philander, You'll be a credit to the institution. We have a few fellows who dress well, but you'll top them all. I know it."
"Do you—ah—really think I can—ah—I will be as well dressed as the—ah—as anybody?" asked the dude eagerly. He was a fair scholar, but his mind was constantly on the subject of what to wear and how to wear it.
"Oh, you'll lead the bunch, and all the girls at Hope will fall dead in love with you," answered Tom
"Hope? What do you mean?"
"That's the seminary for girls. Fine lot of girls there, waiting to see you, Philliam Willander."
"William Philander, please. So there is a girls' school here, eh? That's—ah—very nice. Yes, I like the girls—I always did. But, Tom, please don't call me—ah—Buttertub. I think it's horrid, don't you know."
"All right, Washtub, anything you say stands still," answered Tom cheerfully. "I wouldn't hurt your feelings for a million warts."
"There is the carriage for Brill," said Sam, pointing it out.
"Are you going with me?" asked the dude.
