this year. Now make a noise
like some money!"

"Amy, we don't bet," remarked Tom Hall. "At least, not with money.
Betting money is very wrong. (Amy sniffed sarcastically.) But I'll wager
a good feed for the crowd that we have a harder time beating Claflin
this year than we had last. And I'll----"

"Oh, piffle! I don't care whether you have to work harder to do it or
not. I say you'll do it! Hard work wouldn't hurt you, anyway. You're a
lot of loafers. All any of you do is go out to the field and strike an
attitude like a hero. Why----"

Cries of expostulation and threats of physical violence failed to
disturb the irrepressible Amy.

"Tell you what I'll do, you piffling Greeks, I'll blow you all off to a
top-hole dinner at the Inn if Claflin beats us. There's a sporting
proposition for you, you undertakers' assistants!"

"Yah! What do we do if she doesn't?" exclaimed Walton.

Amy surveyed him coldly. He didn't like Harry Walton and never attempted
to disguise the fact. "Why, Harry, old dear, you'll just keep right on
squandering your money as usual, I suppose. But I don't want you to
waste any on me. This is a one-man wager."

"No, it isn't," said Leroy Draper, "I'm in on it, Amy. I'll take half of
it."

"All right, Roy. But our money's safe as safe! This bunch of grousers
won't get fat off us, old chap!"

"Say," said Walton, who had been trying to get Amy's attention for a
minute, "what's the story about my squandering my money? Anybody seen
you being careless with yours, Amy?"

"Not that I know of. I'm not careless with it; I'm careful. But being
careful with money is different from having it glued to your skin so you
have to have a surgical operation before----"

"Oh, cut it, Amy," said Tim.

"I spend my money just as freely as you do," returned Walton hotly.
"You talk so much with your face----"

"Let it go at that, Harry," advised Tom Hall soothingly. "Amy's just
talking."

"That's all," agreed Amy sweetly. "Just talking. You're the original
little spendthrift, Harry. I'm going to write home to your folks some
time and warn 'em. Hold on, you chaps, don't hurry off. The night is
still in its infancy. Wait and watch it grow up. Steve! _Sit down!_"

"Thanks, I've got to be moseying along," replied Captain Edwards. "It's
pretty near ten. I think it would be a rather good idea if we had a rule
that football men were to be in their rooms at a quarter to ten all
during the season."

"I can see that y