“Oh, it just took a little dip-lo-macy, my son; just a little dip-lo-macy. I started out with you and Hal. I got Hal to introduce Poor. Then I told Poor I was getting up a representative table, and got him to promise to join if I secured Maitland and Van Sciver. He introduced me to Van Sciver. I told him that you and Hal and Poor had promised, and he came right over to the party. You were quite a card, my son. I had no trouble with Cooper when I told him you were one of our principal sights. And so it went. After I’d got Poor and Cooper and Van Sciver cinched, there was nothing left to do but receive and consider applications. I could have had twenty, but I set out to make this table exclusive, and exclusive it’s going to be, if I have to get the Dean--hang him!” Pete frowned a moment in silence. Then, “Wolcott was the last to join; he agreed ten minutes ago; I just came from his room.” “Pete, you surely are a lucky dub!” said Allan. “I don’t believe there’s another fellow in college that could have got all those chaps together!” “There wasn’t much luck about it,” said Pete, calmly. “It just took hard work. Why, I haven’t studied a lick since Wednesday, and I’ve cut half my recitations. I guess that’s why the Dean wants to see me.” “Have you heard from him?” “Yes. I had a polite postal card from him yesterday, and an impolite one to-day.” “But why----” “Well, I didn’t have time to call on him yesterday; I was too busy seeing fellows. It seems to have made him some angry.” Allan whistled expressively. “You ought to have gone, Pete. He’ll raise thunder with you now; see if he don’t.” “Oh, _that’s_ all right; he can’t do any worse than expel me. And I’m getting pretty tired of this shop, anyway; there isn’t much doing. And now that I’ve got the table made up, all the excitement’s over with. I’ve thought all along I wouldn’t be here much after Christmas.” “Oh, shut up that! Who’s going to run the table, if you go and get fired? And what do you suppose I’m going to do, you idiot?” “Oh, I guess you wouldn’t care,” said Pete, sheepishly. But he seemed rather pleased when Allan threw Fernald’s Selections at his head. “Well, maybe he’ll let me off easy this time; just suspend me, perhaps.” “You’d better go and see him right away. But you can’t until to-morrow, now.” “Oh, yes; I guess I’ll call at his house to-night.” “He doesn’t like you to, they say,” cautioned Allan. “If I were you, I’d wait until morning.” “No; better have it over with. I’ll drop around afterward and tell you about it. Coming to dinner?” Allan pleaded study, and Pete took himself off. As it turned out, the Dean was merciful and Pete was merely placed upon probation--a fact which appeared to amuse him vastly.