He tucked one hand in his brother’s arm and with the other reached for
Lawrence’s bag. Lawrence laughed, and with hardly an effort detached it
from Irving’s grasp.

“_You_ carry that, you little fellow! I guess not,” he said.

Some of the boys heard and smiled, and Lawrence threw back at them a
humorous smile; Irving blushed. He led Lawrence away, towards the Upper
School. The other Freshmen were being conducted in the same direction by
Collingwood and his team.

“Well,” said Westby to Carroll in an outpouring of slang from the
heart, “Kiddy’s brother is certainly a peach of a good looker. I hope
he’ll bring him to lunch.”




CHAPTER IX

WESTBY IN THE GAME


It was with satisfaction that Westby and Carroll saw Lawrence entering
the dining-room with Irving. They had observed the long table spread in
the common room of the Upper School, where the visiting team were to be
entertained at luncheon, and had supposed therefore that they would have
no chance of satisfying their curiosity about the master’s brother.