"O Lord! Mousy colored!" groaned Dykeman under his breath. "Listen to 'em!"
"Well, isn't it?" Knapp was a bit stung.
"House mousy, or field mousy?" Cummings wanted to know.
"Knapp's right enough," Whipple said with dignity. "The man's hair is a medium brown—indeterminate brown." He glanced around the table at the heads of hair under the electric lights. "Something the color of Merrill's," and a director began stroking his hair nervously.
"No, no; darker than Merrill's," broke in Kirkpatrick. "Isn't it, Knapp?"
"Why, I was going to say lighter," admitted the cashier, discouragedly.
"Never mind," I sighed. "Forget the hair. Come on—what color are his eyes?"
"Blue," said Whipple.
"Gray," said Knapp.
"Brown," said Kirkpatrick.