ng trick?"

"You misapprehend me," murmured Hashmi. "I mean that you conserve in
that the letters your ancestors may have written you. But of a
courseness you might put in it your nose beautifiers if you wish, and
perfume them."

"Nose beautifiers--he means handkerchiefs," explained Ikey. "It's a
bargain--only three dollars."

"I'll take it," spoke Thad. "I know a girl I can give it to. No
objection to putting a powder puff in it; is there, Hashmi?"

"Of a surely, no."

More of the wares from the big box were displayed and the two other lads
took something. Then Dunk insisted on having another look, and bought
several "vawses," as Ikey insisted on calling them.

"They'll look swell in the room, eh, Andy? he asked.

"They sure will. I only hope there's no more rough house or you'll be
out several dollars."

"If those rusty sophs smash any of this stuff I'll go to the dean about
it!" threatened Dunk, well knowing, however, that he would not.

"Such bargains! Such bargains!" whispered Ikey, as he let them out of
the side door, first glancing up and down the dark alley to make sure
that no other college lads were lying in wait to demand their share of
the precious stuff. The coast was clear and Andy and his chums slipped
out, carrying their purchases.

"Are you coming?" Dunk asked of Ikey.

"No, I'll stay and help Hashmi pack up the things. If you want any more
let me know."

"Huh! You mean you'll stay and count up how much you've stuck us!" said
Dunk. "Oh, well, it looks like nice stuff. But I've got enough for the
present. I've overdrawn my allowance as it is."

"Well, we'll leave this junk in your room, Andy, and then go out and
have some fun," suggested Thad.

They piled their purchases on the beds in Andy's and Dunk's room in
Wright Hall and then proceeded on to Burke's place, an eating and
drinking resort for many students.

There was a crowd there when Andy and his chums entered and they were
noisily greeted.

"Oh, you Dunk!"

"Over here! Lots of room!"

"Waiter, five more cold steins!"

"None for me!" said Andy with a smile.

"That's all right--he's trying for the team," someone said, in a low
tone.

"Oh!"

Through the haze of the smoke of many pipes Andy saw some of the
football crowd. They were all taking "soft stuff," which he himself
ordered.

Then began an evening of jollity and clean fun. It was rather rough, and
of the nature of horseplay, of course, and perhaps some of the la