"Sister too?"
"Damn it, yes!"
Skippy looked at Snorky and shook his head.
"Don't you know that profanity is a wicked, wicked habit, Hippo?"
Hippo's mouth started to swallow his ears, then returned to rest at signs of a hostile atmosphere. He swung from foot to foot, looked sheepish, looked terrified and finally blurted out:
"I beg pardon, sir."
"It is a wicked habit, Hippo, but we are here to help you. It is very lucky for you that you have come to the right school, where you will meet boys of fine manly standards. Kneel down, Hippo."
"What, sir?"
"Go over to the bed and kneel down," said Skippy in a voice of great sadness. "Don't hesitate, Hippo. That's better. Now, Hippo, I want you to reflect upon what a wicked, wicked thing profanity is and I want you to ask God to forgive you and help you. Silently, Hippo."
Hippo, who was green and fresh but not at all green and gullible, went through the prescribed program with the utmost gravity.