He found his roommate reading at the table when he entered Number 34.

Sproule looked up and observed: "I saw you with Outfield West a moment ago.

It looks rather funny for a 'grind,' as you profess to be, hobnobbing with a Hampton House swell." "I haven't professed to be a 'grind,'" answered Joel quietly, as he opened his Greek.
"Well, your actions profess it.

And West will drop you quicker than a hot cake when he finds it out.

Why, he never studies a lick! None of those Hampton House fellows do." March made no answer, but presently asked, in an effort to be sociable: "What are you reading ?" "The Three Cutters; ever read it ?" "No; what's it about ?" "Oh, pirates and smuggling and such." "I should think it would be first rate." "It is.