"I came here for consolation," said P. Lentz, who thereupon departed angrily. "Still, it'll come to that," said the Tennessee Shad. "P. Lentz study?" said Finnegan contemptuously. "Can a duck whistle?" "Then we'll have to tutor him." "What says Dink?" "Don't bother me, I'm thinking." "Gracious, may I watch you?" "Shad," said Stover, ignoring Dennis, "did it ever occur to you how unscientific this whole game is?" "What game?" "This chasing the Latin root, wrestling with the unknown equation, and all that sort of thing." "Proceed." "Why are we smashed up? Because we are discouraged all fighting alone, unscientifically. Does the light dawn?" "Very slowly," said the Tennessee Shad. "Keep dawning." "I am thinking of organizing," said Stover impressively, "The Kennedy Co-operative Educational Institute." "Aha!" said the Tennessee Shad. "_Video, je vois_, I see. All third-formers in the house meet, divide up the lesson and then fraternize." "Where do I come in?" said Finnegan, who was two forms below. "A very excellent idea," said the Tennessee Shad in final approval. "I've a better one now," said Stover. "Why, Dink!" "It begins by chucking the Co-operative idea." "How so?" "There's no money in that," said Stover. "We must give the courses ourselves, see?" "Give?" said the Tennessee Shad. "We two shining marks!" "No," said Stover contemptuously. "We hire the lecturers and collect from the lectured." "Why, Shad," said Finnegan, in wide-eyed admiration, "our boy is growing up!" "He is, he certainly is. I love the idea!" "Why, I think it's pretty good myself," said Dink. "It has only one error--the lecturers." "Why, that's the finest of the fine," said Dink indignantly. "You see what I do. Here's Beekstein and Gumbo Binks been laying around as waste material and the whole house kicking because we've been stuck with two midnight-oilers. Now what do I do? I utilize them. I make them a credit to the house, useful citizens." "True, most true," said the Tennessee Shad. "But why pay? Never pay any one anything." Stover acknowledged the superior financial mind, while Finnegan remained silent, his greatest tribute. "I suppose we might lasso them," said Stover, "or bring them up in chains." "That's only amateurish and besides reprehensible," said the Tennessee Shad. "No, the highest principle in finance, the real cream de la creme, is to make others pay you for what you want them to do." Stover slowly assimilated this profound truth. "We'll charge twenty-five cents a week to students and we'll make Beekstein and Gumbo disgorge half a plunk each for letting us listen to them." "I am ready to be convinced," said Dink, who still doubted. "I'll show you how it's done," said the Tennessee Shad, who, going to the door, called out: "Oh, you Beekstein!"