What more do you want?
So long, Dreer." "Long," murmured the other, closing his eyes.

"Tell him to--look out--Thayer." Clint's first impulse was to seek Penny, but before he reached the door of Number 13 the strains of the fiddle began to be heard and Clint, with a shrug and a smile, sought his own room.
He spread his books on the table, resolved to do a half-hour's stuffing before supper.

But his thoughts wandered far from lessons.

The scrap in the corridor, Penny's unexpected ferocity, the afternoon's practice, the folks at home, all these subjects and many others engaged his mind.
Beyond the wall on one side Penny was scraping busily on his violin.

In the pauses between exercises Clint could hear Harmon Dreer moving about behind the locked door that separated Numbers 14 and 15.