Come on." Joel followed, and found himself in the coveted precincts of the Hampton House table, and was introduced to five youths, who received him very graciously, and invited him to partake of such luxuries as pickled walnuts and peach marmalade.

Joel was fast making the discovery that to be vouched for by Outfield West invariably secured the highest consideration.
"I've been telling March here that it is his bounden duty to go to the station," announced West to the table at large.
"Of course it is," answered Cooke and Cartwright and Somers, and two others whose names Joel did not catch.

"The wealth, beauty, and fashion will attend in a body," continued Cooke, a stout, good-natured-looking boy of about nineteen, who, as Joel afterward learned, was universally acknowledged to be the dullest scholar in school.

"Patriotism and--er--school spirit, you know, March, demand it." And Cooke helped himself bountifully to West's cherished bottle of catsup.
"This is Remsen's last year as coach, you see," explained West, as he rescued the catsup.

"I believe every fellow feels that we ought to show our appreciation of his work by turning out in force.