Here is the way in which the whole big buzzing-match got its start and went on to a lively finish.
CHAPTER XVII
MR. CLAIRY DEALS IN OUTRAGES
"Mr. Darrin!"
With that hail proceeded sharply from the lips of a first classman, who on this evening happened to be the midshipman in charge of the floor.
Clairy sat at his desk in the corridor, his eyes on a novel until Dave happened along. As he gave the sharp hail Mr. Clairy thrust his novel under a little pile of text-books.
"Well, sir?" inquired Dave, halting. "Mr. Darrin, what do you mean by coming down the corridor with both shoes unlaced."
"They are not unlaced," retorted Dave, staring in amazement at
Midshipman Clairy.
"They are not now—-true."
"And they haven't been unlaced, sir, since I first laced them on rising this morning."