Hudson threw up the window and saw Holworthy and Randolph below in a buggy. "Mr. Rattleton is not in, gentlemen," he said, "but come right up and make yourselves at home." "All right; be with you in a moment, as soon as we have taken this trap round to Blake's." "It is the two society fritterlings," announced Hudson, as he drew in his head. A few minutes later Randolph and Holworthy appeared in their big coats. "Seems to me you're back from your ball pretty early," observed Gray. "Hol didn't find the person there he wanted to see, so he soured on the whole thing and dragged me away early," Jack Randolph explained. "What a whopper," said Holworthy, as he took off his ulster. "It was very stupid, and Jack himself suggested that we should be happier in Cambridge." "Aha," cried Stoughton, who was stirring the "bunny" with a master hand. "Very nice. Two gentlemen in faultless evening attire. They'll do for the waiters. Here, quick, hand up your plates before this thing gets cold." While they were eating the rarebit, a step was heard in the entry, accompanied by the trotting feet of a dog, and the locked door was tried. Then a familiar voice drawled "What the devil is going on in here?" "Hullo, Jack," cried Stoughton, "come right in. Don't be bashful." "Open the door, you arrant burglars," demanded Rattleton. "My keys are on my bureau, or somewhere inside." "Climb over the transom as I did," Hudson called. "You'll have to turn your back to the company in the performance, but don't mind the awkwardness of the position." "We'll excuse your back. We have your hair-brushes and the fire shovel already," added Randolph, cheerily. "Don't be such babies," said Jack, (whenever any of the gang was at a disadvantage, he was apt to age suddenly) "come, let me in." "Are you sorry you told a naughty fib to-night?" asked Hudson, with his hand on the knob. "Yes." "Will you set up the ingredients for a punch?" "Yes." "All right then, you may come in," said Hudson, graciously, opening the door. "How was the play?" inquired Jack, pleasantly, as he went into his bedroom after the wash-basin, the regular understudy for a punch-bowl. "Enjoyed it immensely, in spite of your wishes for our entertainment," Hudson declared. "We know now your ideal of talent and beauty." "Don't blame me. That was all Burleigh's rot," protested Jack, apologetically, but with a chuckle. "Why don't you pull him out?" "That is a good plan," assented Hudson. "Two of you come up and help me capture the elephant. He may resist." A committee of three went up to wait upon Burleigh. "What is the sense of this meeting as to the temperature of the grog?" asked Rattleton. "Hot!" promptly moved the two who had driven over from Brookline. The motion was carried, so Jack put the kettle on the fire. "Speaking of the drama and brother Burleigh," said Holworthy, "do you remember the time, Dick, that we saw the old man suping in that spectacular play in Sophomore year?"