Wonder if Spitfire was right about these beastly spots ? ' And Dolly sat down to try dry cleansing with one of his handkerchiefs . ` Asleep ? ' he asked , after a few moments of this cheerful occupation , fearing that his chum might be too comfortable when he was in a fume himself . ` No . I was thinking that Jo was n't far wrong about shirking . 'T is a shame to get so little done , when we ought to be grinding like Morton and Torry and that lot . I never wanted to go to college ; but my governor made me . Much good it will do either of us ! ' answered Stuffy , with a groan ; for he hated work , and saw two more long years of it before him . ` Gives a man prestige , you know . No need to dig . I mean to have a gay old time , and be a `` howling swell '' , if I choose . Between you and me though , it would be no end jolly to have the girls along . Study be hanged ! But if we 've got to turn the grindstone , it would be mighty nice to have some of the little dears to lend a hand . Would n't it now ? ' ` I 'd like three this minute -- one to fan me , one to kiss me , and one to give me some iced lemonade ! ' sighed Stuffy , with a yearning glance towards the house , whence no succour appeared . ` How would root-beer do ? '
asked a voice behind them , which made XXXXX spring to his feet and Stuffy roll over like a startled porpoise .
Dolly Jo Morton Spitfire Torry dears fume right succour years