"Do it again and don't smile."
He did it again and did not smile.
"Who said you could put it back on your head? Take it off and keep it off."
Young held it in his hand.
"Put it on again," shouted Channing. And so it went.
"Now, Deacon, since you have taken off your cap and have shown how low you can bow, show us how the prairie-dogs run, out home on the farm." The group was getting beyond the houses now.
"But there aren't any prairie-dogs where I live in Illinois," returned Young, smiling.
"That doesn't matter," growled Ballard; "do it anyway."
So William Young, thinking of how the people out home were in awe of him because he had gone East to college, got down on all fours and ambled along the dusty road.
"Now you do it, you little Freshman with the big head."