"I can't help my face," sighed Danny Grin.
"You see, Dave," Mr. Dalzell observed, with a smile, "Dan inherited his face."
"From his father's side of the family," promptly interposed Mrs.
Dalzell.
Here Mr. Farley, also in cits., entered the parlor in his dignified fashion.
"Darry, and you, too, Danny Grin, some of the fellows are waiting outside to see you. Will you step out a moment?"
"Where are the fellows?" asked Dave unsuspectingly.
"You'll find them on the steps outside the entrance."
Dave started for the door.
"You're wanted, too, Danny Grin, as I told you," Farley reminded him.
"I'll be the Navy goat, then. What's the answer?" inquired Midshipman
Dalzell.