Bronson's action in standing treat for Buttons and his crowd did much to establish him in their good graces, and the lads soon became better acquainted. "I say, have you picked out your boarding-place, Clothespin?" Soda asked presently. "If you haven't, we may be able to save you getting into one of the 'Old Ladies' Homes.'" "That's the Baxter name for several boarding-houses managed by elderly maiden ladies," explained Fred. "They----" But he was interrupted by Soda's announcement: "The lunacy commission will now consider the sad case of Fred Markham, star athlete of the Second Form, who is so far out of his head as to call the harpies that collect the rent and dish out the prunes at the 'Old Ladies' Homes' _maiden ladies_. It----" "I realize that all sense of politeness and respect for your elders is lacking in you, Soda," broke in Fred, "but you must remember that Bronson has been accustomed to associating with well-bred people." This retort, interpreted in the spirit in which it was uttered, evoked howls of delight from all but the victim of Fred's sarcasm, and Shorty expressed their sentiments by saying: "That ought to hold you for some time, Soda. Now, don't begin to talk back. Remember, children should be seen and not heard." "Your conversation may be edifying, but it is not enlightening as to a boarding-house for Bronson," retorted Soda. "I am deeply moved by your kind consideration of my welfare," smiled Bronson, "and I thank you heartily. But that I may save you further bother, I will tell you I have already arranged for quarters." "Bet you're stung," declared Shorty, while the others chorused: "Where?" "With Mr. Vining." "The Head?" gasped the boys, flashing significant glances to one another, the rising inflection of their voices proclaiming their incredulity. "Yes, he is an old friend of my family." "Take me by the hand, somebody, and lead me away," groaned Soda. "Here we invited Bronson to a party at the Witches' Pool, and he lives with the Head." Though the words were spoken in jest, the expressions on the boys' faces showed that they were wondering whether or not their new Form member would prove a spoil-sport. Divining their thoughts, Bronson hastened to say: "I hope the fact that I live with Mr. Vining will make no difference in our relations. It was arranged between mother and him that I should not be quizzed, no matter what happens at school." "My eye! I wish I could live with the Head," lamented Shorty. "I was quizzed by either him or Gumshoe regularly once a week--if not oftener--all last year." "We'll petition him to adopt you," cried Soda. "Who'll sign?" But before the suggestion could be carried out, the blowing of a noon whistle sent the boys to their respective homes for dinner.