three A.M.
Elsie was quite as sophisticated as he was himself as he knew very well . No first kiss business for either of them , he reflected as he went whistling back to the frat house . It was all in the game and both knew it was nothing but a game which made it perfectly pleasant and harmless . At the frat house he found a quiet little game of another sort in progress , slid in , took a hand , got interested , played until three A.M. and on quitting found himself in possession of some thirty odd dollars he had not had when he sat in . Considering his recent financial depression the thirty dollars was all to the good , covered Madeline 's check and Elsie 's violets . It was indeed a jolly old world if you treated it right and did not take it or yourself too seriously . Inasmuch as playing cards for money was strictly against college rules and gambling had been the one vice of all vices the late Major Holiday had hated with unrelenting hate , it might be a satisfaction to record that the late Major 's son took an uneasy conscience to bed that night , or rather that morning , but truth is truth and we are compelled to state that Ted Holiday did not suffer the faintest twinge of remorse and went to sleep the moment his head touched the pillow as peacefully as a guileless new born babe might have done .