rky, advancing with
outstretched hand:

"Hello, you old Skippy!"

Skippy clung to it as to a spar in midstream.

"Snorky, old dear--it's all right."

"It is?"

"You bet it is!"

"What are you idiotic boys doing?" said Sister Green.

"Shall we tell?" asked Snorky roguishly.

"Women have no sense of humor," said Skippy, grinning with a great
easement of the soul.

At this moment they rose above the vexations of the female intrusion.
They looked at each other and each comprehended the other. They were
equals, equal in imagination, in audacity and expedient. This mutual
revelation cleared away all past misunderstanding and jealousies. The
sense of humor was triumphant. They loved each other.

A half-hour later, having, to the utter amazement of sister No. 1 and
sister No. 2, rolled hilariously, arms locked, across the campus, they
lay on opposite beds, struggling weakly to master the pangs of laughter
which smote them like the colic.

"Are we going to tell our real names?" said Skippy at last.

"Let's."

"You know, Bo, you certainly had me going--you certainly did. And all
these months, too! Snorky, I bow before you."

"Allow me," said Snorky admiringly.

"Say! You're all right, but honest now," said Skippy, pointing to
Snorky's bureau and the feminine galaxy, "honest, who are they?"

"Well, of course one's my sister," said Snorky, grinning. "I swiped
these three and I bought the other with the frame. Say, I'm not worried
about how you got yours, but what I'd like to know is, who in tarnation
belongs to that boudoir cap?"

"My grandmother, and she's a corker, too!"

They clasped hands and Snorky announced solemnly:

"Skippy, old fellow, let 'em have all their old skirts; there's nothing
like the real thing, the man-to-man stuff, is there?"

"You bet there isn't."

"And say, I'm sorry about that souvenir toothbrush, honest I am, and I
think you're a wonder, I do."

"Oh, that's all right. That's all right," said Skippy, embarrassed.
"There's a lot of money in it, but I guess I prefer to make my pile in
other ways."

CHAPTER XIII

A WOMAN OF THE WORLD

NOW that the Snorky-Skippy friendship had been placed on the firm rock
of mutual revelation and all unfounded jealousies swept away by frank
confession, Skippy's imagination returned to the real purpose of life.
He was a little ashamed of the time wasted on the opposite sex, even if
for a worthy purpose. Such frailties were all very wel