“Well, as I was saying,” Billy took up his own story, “my roommate was coming with me in June, but he caught the measles from his kid brother--wasn’t that the complete limit of a thing to do?--so I just came along alone. I was afraid if I waited over another boat for him, my guardian might change his mind about letting me go.” Billy smiled pensively. “He can change his mind all he likes now. I’m twenty-one. My birthday was yesterday and I celebrated by cabling home for more money. You see,” he added confidentially, “I’m having some clothes made by a Bond Street tailor.”