In many a talk, on the highroad or lying belly-down along the edge of the baseball diamond, or late at night with their cigarettes glowing in the dark, they threshed out the questions of school, and there was developed the term "slicker." "Got tobacco ?" whispered Rahill one night, putting his head inside the door five minutes after lights.
"Sure." "I'm coming in." "Take a couple of pillows and lie in the window-seat, why don't you." Amory sat up in bed and lit a cigarette while Rahill settled for a conversation.

Rahill's favorite subject was the respective futures of the sixth form, and Amory never tired of outlining them for his benefit.
"Ted Converse?
'At's easy.

He'll fail his exams, tutor all summer at Harstrum's, get into Sheff with about four conditions, and flunk out in the middle of the freshman year.

Then he'll go back West and raise hell for a year or so; finally his father will make him go into the paint business.

He'll marry and have four sons, all bone heads.