You can't do much for such a fellow; he has to learn
it all for himself. The trouble is that he doesn't know how much or what
he's got to learn yet. You can't do much for such a--"
Walker stopped abruptly as Peter John himself entered the room. His face
was beaming, and as he removed his hat his stiff red hair seemed almost
to rise on his head. "Well, fellows," he said, "we did things up brown
this afternoon, didn't we?"
"You did too much," said Walker quietly.
"Haven't I as good a right as anybody to make a motion?" demanded Peter
John hotly.
"You have as much right, but you don't want always to take all your
rights, you know."
"Why not? I'll stand up for my rights every time. Now, I don't believe a
word of what you said this afternoon."
"You're complimentary; but you're under no obligations to believe me,"
laughed Walker.
"I don't mean just that. What I mean is that I'd like to see the
sophomore who'd tell me what I could wear or what I couldn't; or where I
could go and where I couldn't. He hasn't anything to say about that."
"He thinks he has," suggested Walker quietly.
"I don't care what he thinks.
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