Don't you see a few corners of the brain still sloping over outside ?" "Cheer up," quoth Tom grimly.

"Nothing doing.

You haven't brains enough to overflow.

In fact, you've so few brains that I'm going to do the ordering for your supper." "Everything I can do, now, is over with, anyway," muttered Prescott.
"So I'm going to forget my troubles and enjoy this meal." Dave tried to, also, but he was more worried, and could not wholly banish his gloom.
Tom succeeded in making the meal drag along until about ten minutes of eight.

Then he led his friends from the restaurant and down the street to the town hall.
Here, though most of the young men were already on hand, there was nothing of boisterousness.