Juniors and seniors patronized the place, but a freshman was not allowed there unless invited to accompany some of the regular frequenters of the place.
Ditson was ambitious.

He was not satisfied to associate with those of his own class, but he wanted it thought he was such a fine fellow that the sophomores picked him up for his company.
Thus it happened that he had succeeded in getting into Morey's several times, but he was killing his own chances of ever having any popularity, although he did not know it.
Browning was angry when he saw the fellow come in.

He called one of the sophs over and said: "Say, what are you bringing it in here again for, my boy?
It's been here too many times already." "Who--Ditson ?" "Sure." "We're working him." "Working him?
He's working you--for the drinks." "That's all right.

He's telling us what he knows about Merriwell.

If there is anything in that fellow's history that we can use as a sore spot, we may be able to suppress him." "All right," scowled Browning.