Harvard Stories: Sketches of the UndergraduatePost, Waldron Kintzing
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Harvard Stories: Sketches of the Undergraduate
Post, Waldron Kintzing
College stories, American; College students -- Fiction; Harvard University -- Fiction
_Burl._ Well, I suppose I shall have to. But, Steve, I haven't time to
dress for this thing to-night.
_Hud._ Nonsense. You have plenty of time to dress. How long does that
operation generally take you?
_Burl._ Three quarters of an hour to dress, and an hour and three
quarters to tie my cravat. I think I shall have to get one of those nice
store cravats that come all tied, and strap on with a buckle.
_Hud._ Yes, get a pretty satin one with pink rose-buds on it. Oh, I
shouldn't be surprised to see you turn up in anything. [_Putting on hat
and overcoat._] I tell you what it is, Ned, if you continue to shun all
feminine society you will soon become an unmitigated boor.
_Burl._ I am at college, thanks, and prefer it. I shall have plenty of
time to take up feminine society, as you call it, after I graduate.
_Hud._ You will be a cub, and society won't take _you_ up. Now, old man,
it is awfully good of you to come in on my account to-night, so don't
back out,--and make yourself look as much like a gentleman as you can.
Come in as early as possible. [_Exit Hudson._]
_Burl._ [_sol._]. Why the deuce does a fellow want to go chasing into
Boston, when he has only four years of this sort of thing. Steve does
not half appreciate college. However, I suppose if his family [_Taking
photograph from table_] is going to be there, I ought to go in. It is
only decent. [_To photograph._] So, Miss Hudson, you and I are going to
meet, eh? Oh, what a fool you will think me! Now, if I could only look
at you without trying to talk. Steve is right, though; I ought to cure
myself of this fool shyness and awkwardness before the other sex, or I
deserve to be called an ill-bred cub.
[_Knock at hall door._]
Come in! [_Puts down photograph hastily._]
[_Enter Jack Randolph in long coat and rubber boots._]
_Randolph._ Hullo, Ned! Did I leave my umbrella in here the other day?
_Burl._ It is a pretty good one, isn't it? No, I guess I haven't seen
it.
_Rand._ [_Taking a cross-handled umbrella from beside fireplace._] Lucky
you haven't.
_Burl._ Oh, while I think of it, here is that X I owe you [_pulling bill
out of pocket_].
_Rand._ Good man! Marvellous memory! Remembered the wrong end of a debt.
I am glad you did, for I am devilish hard up just at present. [_Taking
cigar from mantel-piece._]
_Burl._ So is everybody at this time of year. This is a great sacrifice
on my part.
_Rand._ Don't give it to me now. Keep it until to-morrow, won't you?
[_Lights cigar._]
_Burl._ Better take it while you can get it. I shall have spent it next
time we meet. Why don't you want it now?
_Rand._ Well, I will take it, just to relieve you. I haven't anything on
but this ulster, which is not a good thing to put money in. You see, I
am going round to a dress rehearsal at the Pudding.
_Burl._ Oh, that is why you are all bundled up on this clear night. Let
us see your dress.
_Rand._ No, you will see it soon enough at the show to-morrow night.
Where is Steve?
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