The Old Boy Must Be Warned

By the time pile had tardly joined them in the superintendent's office, each of the A.A., having abandoned whatever men's facetation of dignified omniscience constituted his bedside manner, was snapishly impatient to have done with this unpleasant business and be off. Anticipating a tempestuous rejoiner, Jennings hastened to defend himself against the impending den by noisily pounding out his pipe on the rim of Mrs. Ashford's steel wastebasket. When L.A. he breathed in, not very convincingly attempting to the conciliatory smirk of the belated, pile found them glum and fidgety. And so lute