"By Jove, yes!" I said, feeling encouraged. "Head, mouth, nose, eyes and—" I was going to say "hair," but I remembered in time about the wig.
The professor looked awfully pleased. He gave me a finger again.
"Such perspicacity—ah—is rare in one who looks so—"
He coughed slightly, then resumed:
"How gratifying, indeed, to meet another investigator! A student in zoötomy, no doubt? Ah! Do not deny it; I divined it at once. A delightful recreation, sir—a game, absorbing but elusive."
"Awfully jolly, you know," I agreed. "Ripping, I say!"
"Surest thing you know," chirped Billings. I wondered if it was anything like polo.
And then, by Jove, thinking of polo sent me off again thinking of Frances. Not that she was like polo, dash it, but I wished she could see me play.
The professor took another pinch from my shirt front and favored me with a rusty smile.
"Ah!" he said: "You must take time to look into a little monograph of mine: Man in Miniature; a Study of the Anthropology of the Frog. You regard the frog, of course?"