"I think I'm going to like it," replied Clint soberly. "I do hope so," murmured Amy anxiously. "Still, any little changes you'd like made--" "Well, you asked me, didn't you?" laughed Clint. "Besides, how can I help but like it when I am honoured by being roomed with you?" "Sarcasm!" hissed Amy. "Time's up!" He slammed his book shut, tossed it on a pile at his elbow, yawned and jumped from his chair. "Let's go visiting. What do you say? Come along and I'll interdoodle you to some of our prominent criminals. Find your cap and follow me." "I wish," said Amy, as they clattered down the stairs in the wake of several other boys who had lingered no longer than they after nine o'clock had struck, "I wish you had made the Fifth Form, Clint." "So do I," was the reply. "I could have if they'd stretched a point." "Um; yes," mused the other. "Stretched a point. Now that's something I never could make out, Clint." "What!" "Why, how you can stretch a point. The dictionary describes a point as 'that which has position but no magnitude.' Seems to me it must be very difficult to get hold of a thing with no magnitude, and, of course, you'd have to get hold of it to stretch it, wouldn't you? Now, if you said stretch a line or stretch a circle--" "That's what you'll need if you don't shut up," laughed Clint. "A circle?" "No, a stretcher!" "What a horrible pun," mourned Amy. "Say, suppose we drop in on Jack Innes?" "Suppose we do," replied Clint cheerfully. "Who is he?" "Football captain, you ignoramus. Maybe if you don't act fresh and he takes a liking to you he will resign and let you be captain." "Won't it look--well, sort of funny?" asked Clint doubtfully as they passed along the Bow. "What? You being captain?" "No, our going--I mean _my_ going to see him, Won't he think I'm trying to--to swipe?"