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 than everything else put together. This would be hard to fix.

Runt was sitting on the floor in a characteristic attitude before the fire when his roommate came in. His chin rested on his knees, and these he was hugging with both arms. He was in pajamas, and he had doubled the end of the goatskin rug over his bare toes.

"Runt," began Reddy.

"Yep."

Reddy turned out the gas.

"What are you doing?" asked Runt, without looking up. "Runt, this thing's got to stop."

"What thing's got to stop?"

"The way you and I are carrying on. The life we are leading here."

"What're you talking about?"

"Simply this: You and I, Runt, are two pretty nice fellows, only we're making great big fools of ourselves here at college."

"What's getting into you?"

"I mean it. See here. You and I are