"
"Wasn't it some time ago?" asked Dan.
"Why, that's just the point," said Mrs. Van Vleck. "It was at least
five or six years ago. I am afraid Ralph and Reggie will never be able
to realize they are not undergraduates."
Oddington smiled.
"Oh, I don't know," he said. "At all events, it keeps us young. As
for Walton, I'd be ashamed to own him for a cousin," winking at Dan.
"Why, Merrithew, all his family had been Yale from great-grandfather
down."
"There; you hear him, Captain Merrithew," cried Miss Howland; "don't
you think that's a horrid way to talk?"
Dan smiled, tapping lightly on the table with his fingers.
"I don't believe he was stolen," he said slowly, as though not quite
certain whether he ought to venture an opinion. "Whether he was or
not, I don't believe he'd ever have made the Yale team or the Princeton
eleven either."
Virginia started in her chair and glanced at him swiftly.
"Indeed!" she said, flushing. "You don't mean to say--what do you know
about Percy Walton?"
"Now you're in for it, Merrithew," grinned Oddington. "What do you
know about Walton?"
Dan picked up his dinner card and spun it between his thumb and
forefinger for a few seconds, and then with a slight smile replied:
"Why, not a great deal. Next to nothing, personally.
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