"Well, he hasn't, much," said Miss Saucy.
"Stands to reason," said Rig, "because he's got 'em all over—diffused. In the back of his head, and on his shoulder-straps, and the white stripe down his trousers, and the point of his nose."
"That's awfully funny!" said Miss Beguile. "Must make it awfully lively for all of you."
"Just does. The only enjoyment he has in life is skinning cadets. So it's 'Skin 'em! Skin 'em!' all the day long. Too much shirt-collar at breakfast, and too little coat above belt at drill."
"And too much hair," said Mr. Carr. "I declare, when Towser comes rubbing up and down the back of my head, I feel as if I was a baby getting washed and dressed."
The girls clapped their hands in applause.
"Such pretty hair, too," said the Kitten, "or would be, I'm sure, if one could see it." Mr. Carr made a profound reverence.
"Thank you so much," he said. "Awfully good of you. Wish you'd give Towser a hint."
"Wherever did the poor man get such a name?" said Miss Beguile.