"This jar--he is for the holding of the petals of roses that were sent by your loved ones--the perfumes of Eros," murmured the poetical Japanese. "Oh, for the love of tripe! Hold me, I'm going to faint, Gertie!" cried Bob. "Rose petals from your loved ones! Oh, slush!" "It is true," and Hashmi did not seem to resent being laughed at. "But it would do for crackers as well." "How much?" asked Andy. "Only five dollars--worth ten," whispered Ikey. "Well, it would look nice on my stand," said Andy weakly. "I--I'll take it." "And I guess you may as well wish me onto that dead ancestor jar," added Dunk. "I'm always getting stuck anyhow. Seven plunks is getting off easy." "You will never regret it," murmured Ikey. "Where is that paper, Hashmi? Now don't you fellows let anyone else in on this game until I give the word. I'm taking care of my friends first, then the rest of the bunch. Friends first, say I." "Yes, if you're going to stick anybody, stick your friends first," laughed Dunk. "They're the easiest. Go ahead, now you fellows bite," and he looked at Bob, Thad and Ted. "What's this--a handkerchief box?" asked Ted, picking up one covered with black and gold lacquer. "Handkerchief box! Shades of Koami!" cried Ikey. "That, you dunce, is a box made to----Oh, you tell him, Hashmi, I haven't the heart." "No, he wants to figure out how much he's made on us," added Andy. "That box--he is for the retaining of the messages from the departed," explained the Japanese. "You mean it's a spiritualist cabinet?" demanded Thad. "I say now, will it do the rapping trick?" "You misapprehend me," murmured Hashmi. "I mean that you conserve in that the letters your ancestors may have written you. But of a courseness you might put in it your nose beautifiers if you wish, and perfume them." "Nose beautifiers--he means handkerchiefs," explained Ikey. "It's a bargain--only three dollars." "I'll take it," spoke Thad. "I know a girl I can give it to. No objection to putting a powder puff in it; is there, Hashmi?" "Of a surely, no." More of the wares from the big box were displayed and the two other lads took something. Then Dunk insisted on having another look, and bought several "vawses," as Ikey insisted on calling them. "They'll look swell in the room, eh, Andy? he asked. "They sure will. I only hope there's no more rough house or you'll be out several dollars." "If those rusty sophs smash any of this stuff I'll go to the dean about it!" threatened Dunk, well knowing, however, that he would not. "Such bargains! Such bargains!" whispered Ikey, as he let them out of the side door, first glancing up and down the dark alley to make sure that no other college lads were lying in wait to demand their share of the precious stuff. The coast was clear and Andy and his chums slipped out, carrying their purchases. "Are you coming?" Dunk asked of Ikey. "No, I'll stay and help Hashmi pack up the things. If you want any more let me know."