He found Joel seated in the window, propped up with half a dozen crimson pillows, attempting to sketch the view across the yard to send home to his sister.

West was splicing a golf shaft and whistling blithely over the task.
"Hello, Sophy," cried that youth, "have you come to initiate us into the Sacred Order of Hullabalooloo?
Dump those books off the chair and be seated.

March is such a beastly untidy chap," he sighed; "he _will_ leave his books around that way despite all I can say!" "These books, Out," replied Blair, "bear the name of one West on their title pages, and, in fact, on a good many other pages, too.

What say you ?" A look of intense surprise overspread the face of Outfield.
"How passing strange," he muttered.

"And is there a chemistry note-book among them ?" "I think so.