shamed that I'm a Jew!"

"And we're not ashamed of you, either!" cried Andy, heartily.

"Same here," added Dunk. "Trot out your ties, Ikey."

In spite of the fact that he sometimes insisted on the students buying
things they did not really need, Ikey was a general favorite in the
college.

"There's a fine one!" he exclaimed, holding up a hideous red and green
scarf. "Only a dollar--worth two."

"Wouldn't have it if you paid me for it!" cried Andy. "Show me something
that a fellow could wear without hearing it yell a block away."

"Oh, you want something chaste and quiet," suggested Ikey. "I have the
very thing. There!" holding it up. "That is a mere whisper!"

"It's a pretty loud whisper," commented Dunk, "but at that it isn't so
bad. I'll take it, if you don't want it, Andy."

"You're welcome to it. I want something in a golden brown."

"Here you are!" exclaimed Ikey, sorting over his stock.

He succeeded in selling Andy and Dunk two scarfs each, and tried to get
them to take more, but they were firm. Then the merchant-student
departed to other rooms.

"It's a queer way to get along," commented Andy, when he had finished
admiring his purchases.

"Yes, but I give him credit for it," went on Dunk. "He meets with a lot
of discouragement, and some of the fellows are positively rude to him,
but he's always the same--good-natured and willing to put up with it.
He's working hard for his education."

"Harder than you and I," commented Andy. "I wonder if we'd do it?"

"I'd hate to have it thrust on me. But I do give Stein credit."

"Yes, only for that Japanese vase business."

"Oh, well, I believe that oily Jap did put one over on him."

"Possibly. Oh, rats! Here come some of the fellows!"

The sound of footsteps was heard in the corridor. Andy glanced at Dunk.
If it should prove to be Mortimer Gaffington, who, of late had tried in
vain to get Dunk to go out with him, what was to be done? Andy caught
his breath sharply.

But it proved to be a needless alarm, for Bob Hunter, Ted Wilson and
Thad Warburton came in with noisy greetings.

"Look at the digs!"

"Boning away on a night like this!"

"'Come into the garden, Maud!' Chuck that, you fellows, and let's go
downtown. What's the matter with a picture show?"

It was Thad who asked this, but Bob, with a wry face, put his hand in
his pocket and drew out seven cents.

"It doesn't look much like a picture show for me to-night," he said.

"Oh, I'll stak