CHAPTER XXVII
THE DANCE CARD
"You look all right, Sid; you'll pass!"
"Hey! What's that?" and Sid Henderson swung around from the mirror over his bureau, with a somewhat guilty flush on his face.
"I said you'd do," repeated Tom, with a mischievous grin, as he stood in the doorway of the room, having paused in the act of entering. "What were you doing, putting on a beauty mark, or looking to see if you needed a shave?"
"I was trying to get my tie straight," growled Sid, as he fastened his low cut vest, for he was in his evening clothes.
"Get out, you musty old misogynist!" exploded Phil, following Tom into the room. "We know what you were doing, all right. You wanted to see if you were good-looking enough, so that you could dance with Mabel all the evening."
Sid looked around for something to throw at his tormenting roommates, but nothing was handy. Besides, he might crack the stiff bosom of his
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