“Do you know the bronze statue of ‘Pop’ Weston in front of the school?” asked the visitor in a stage whisper.
“Do we know it? The statue of the founder of Westfield? Well I should bust a bat but we do,” answered Bill.
“What do you think of the color of it?” asked Chapin.
“What do you mean?” Cap wanted to know.
“I mean wouldn’t it look prettier red or blue or pink, than the shade it is now?”
He paused to look at the three brothers. They did not answer for a moment. Then Bill exclaimed:
“Say, is that what you mean—to paint the statue?”
Chapin nodded slowly.
“It’s—sacrilege,” whispered Cap.
“Only an iconoclast would dare think of such a thing,” declared Bill. “But—” there was an eager light in his eyes.