"I'm not going out, I don't care who it is!" exclaimed Dunk, fidgeting in his chair. "I've just _got_ to get this confounded Greek." "Same here," said Andy. The door was pushed open and a shock of dark, curly hair was thrust in. "Like to look at some swell neckties!" a voice asked. "Oh, come in, you blooming old haberdasher!" cried Andy with a laugh, and Ikey Stein, with a bundle under his arm, slid in. "Fine business!" he exclaimed. "Give me a chance to make a little money, gentlemen; I need it!" "No more of that Japanese 'vawse' business!" warned Dunk. "I won't stand for it." "No, these are genuine bargains," declared the student who was working his way through college. "I'll show you. I got 'em from a friend of mine, who's selling out. I can make a little something on them, and you'll get swell scarfs at less than you'd pay for them in a store." "Let's see," suggested Andy, rather glad of the diversion and of the chance to stop studying, for he had been "boning" hard. "But I don't want any satsuma pattern, nor yet a cloisonne," he added. "Say, forget that," begged Ikey. "That Jap took me in, as well as he did you fellows." "Well, if anybody can take _you_ in, Ikey, he's a good one!" laughed Dunk. "Oh, don't mind me!" exclaimed the merchant-student. "You can't hurt my feelings. I'm used to it. And I'm not ashamed of my nature, either. My ancestors were all merchants, and they had to drive hard bargains to live. I don't exactly do that, you understand, but I guess it's in my blood. I'm not ashamed that I'm a Jew!" "And we're not ashamed of you, either!" cried Andy, heartily. "Same here," added Dunk. "Trot out your ties, Ikey." In spite of the fact that he sometimes insisted on the students buying things they did not really need, Ikey was a general favorite in the college. "There's a fine one!" he exclaimed, holding up a hideous red and green scarf. "Only a dollar--worth two." "Wouldn't have it if you paid me for it!" cried Andy. "Show me something that a fellow could wear without hearing it yell a block away." "Oh, you want something chaste and quiet," suggested Ikey. "I have the very thing. There!" holding it up. "That is a mere whisper!" "It's a pretty loud whisper," commented Dunk, "but at that it isn't so bad. I'll take it, if you don't want it, Andy." "You're welcome to it. I want something in a golden brown." "Here you are!" exclaimed Ikey, sorting over his stock. He succeeded in selling Andy and Dunk two scarfs each, and tried to get them to take more, but they were firm. Then the merchant-student departed to other rooms. "It's a queer way to get along," commented Andy, when he had finished admiring his purchases. "Yes, but I give him credit for it," went on Dunk. "He meets with a lot of discouragement, and some of the fellows are positively rude to him, but he's always the same--good-natured and willing to put up with it. He's working hard for his education."