"What's wrong with my manners!" demanded Cadet Dodge.
"What's that!" cried Pratt.
"What's wrong with my manners!" repeated Dodge, though a bit more tractably.
"What?"
"What is wrong with my manners, sir!" Bert amended.
"That's just a shade better, mister," admitted Yearling Pratt. "But you are too sparing of your 'sirs,' mister. Now, answer me again, and use 'sir' after each word."
Plebe Dodge gulped hard, but Pratt and Judson were glaring at him. So he began:
"What, sir, is, sir, wrong, sir, with, sir, my, sir, manners, sir!"
"Mister, why didn't you stand at attention when we entered the room!"
"Because you're not—"