"Let Falstaff do it!" cried Blair. "He's the sentimentalist! But
go easy on poor Joe. You know all Rhodes Scholars don't come from
Indiana! Have a heart!"

"Do whatever you like to Joe!" cried Forbes; "But be careful with
Kathleen! She's adorable! I'm going to write a ballade to her and
mail it to her anonymously."

"I wish there was some way of getting hold of her picture," said
Keith.

"Her picture?" said Graham. "Nonsense! Why not see the flapper
herself? I'm going to bike over there on my Rudge, erb round till
I find the street, and then skid like hell right on to her
doorstep. I shall lie there in mute agony until I'm carried
indoors."

"I say, now, that's no fair!" cried Forbes. "I discovered her!
Just because you've got a motor bike you mustn't take an
advantage!"

"Look here," said the Goblin, mildly, speaking from a blue cloud
of Murray's Mixture, "we must all sign a protocol, or a mandamus
or a lagniappe or whatever you law men call it, not to steal a
march. I think we'd all like to meet the real Kathleen. But we
must give a bond to start fair and square, and nobody do anything
that isn't authorized by the whole club."

"Right-O!" cried several voices.