"
"No, you're not. We're all much obliged to you for getting well. I don't
know what the track team would have done without you."
"Guess I won't bother the track team this year. That's what the doctor
says."
"Oh, well," said Will hastily, "that won't make any difference. You'll
be all right for another year and that will do just as well."
"Say, Will," said Peter after a brief pause:
"What is it?" inquired Will kindly.
"There's something I want to say to you."
"Say it, then," laughed Will.
"I'm never going to touch a drop again."
"That's all right. Of course you won't," assented Will cordially.
"And, Will--"
"Yes?"
"I'm not going to have anything charged up to you any more."
"'Anything charged up to me'? I don't know what you mean."
"I mean those cakes and pies I had charged to you down at Tommie's."
"Tommie" was the name by which the proprietor of one of the little
restaurants and bakeshops in Winthrop was familiarly called by the
college boys.
"I didn't know you had anything charged to me."
"You didn't?"
"No. I haven't had any bill for it, anyway."
"You'll get it. You'll have one," said Peter John nodding his head
decidedly.
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