“Sculped,” said Helen.
“Yes, that’s it! He ought to be sculped in marble or bronze or whatever is most used for statues this year!”
“There, now, kiddies, run away and play,” said Farnsworth, towering to his full height and looking every inch a soldier.
“No sir,” declared Patty, “we want to look at you. Turn around.”
Then Channing came, and he, too, was resplendent in his new khaki, and the girls praised his appearance.
“Drink it in, Bill,” Chick said. “It’ll be a long time before we get any more of this sort of thing! Somepin tells me the people we’re going amongst won’t pay any special attention to our uniforms.”
“How can they help it?” cried Helen; “why, I don’t believe any of the United States Army will look half as well as you two! You’re—you’re superb!”
A bit embarrassed, Channing tried to turn the subject, but Farnsworth laughed good-humouredly.
“Let ’em rave, Channing. They enjoy it, and I guess we can stand it——”
“Pooh,” Patty said, “you’re tickled to death to be so admired! Here comes Elise, now you’ll get more flattery.”