"Over to the clubhouse," said Asa. "I wonder who he looks like when he smiles."
"Well, for cat's sake," cried Beany, "forget it; lose it; shake it! What do you care who he smiles like? Gee—" He turned and walked rapidly away. He had nearly reached the Administration Building when he heard Asa calling his name. Beany turned and waited while the other pounded up.
"I remembered," he said in a relieved tone. "Gee, for a while I couldn't think but now I can! He smiles just like our collie when he's goin' to bite the mailman. That's just who he smiles like!" He waved a hand and turned away, and commenced to retrace his steps.
Beany stood looking after him.
"Gosh!" he said feebly.
"Why Gosh, young man!" said a deep voice.
Beany whirled and saluted the Colonel.
"It's that Asa, sir," he said and proceeded to give an account of the past few hours.
"Where is your brother?" he asked when they had talked things over awhile.
"Coming right now," said Beany.