"Yes, sir," replied Dalzell meekly.
"Don't you know how to wipe a grin off your face?"
"I'm not sure, sir," Dan admitted.
"Mister, you are wholly touge! I'm not sure but that you're a ratey plebe as well."
Thereupon Youngster Quimby plunged into a scathing lecture on the subject of a plebe being either touge or ratey. At first Dan listened with a becoming air of respect. Before long, however, a huge grin began to illumine Dalzell's face.
"Wipe that grin off, mister!" commanded Mr. Quimby sternly.
"I—I simply can't!" gasped Dan, then began to roar with laughter.
"Why can't you?" insisted Quimby. "What's the matter?
"It's—it's your face!" choked Dan.
"My face?" repeated Quimby, reddening "What do you mean, sir?"