"Shsh!" answered Hans, putting a finger to the side of his nose. "Dot is a secrets alretty!"
"A secret?"
"Dot's him. You vos going to haf der ladies along, hey?"
"Yes, they are all going."
"I got me dree dress suits py mine drunk in."
"Three dress suits!" roared Dick. "Oh, Hans!"
"Ain't dot enough?" questioned the German cadet, dubiously.
"Three dress suits!" repeated Dick. "Oh, somebody hold me, or I'll have a fit!" And he nearly doubled up with laughter.
"What's the funeral about?" came from Tom, who was standing near.
"Hans is to become a real ladies' man, Tom."