"Neither, sir, neither," replied Dixey to this chaff. "I grieve to hear such narrow-minded accusations. Prexy was there and made a speech.—Oh, Holworthy! You know that man we saw yesterday in the Transept of Memorial? He was at the Southern Club with Prexy."
"Oh, yes," said Holworthy, "who was he?"
"A grad. from Georgia. I have forgotten his name."
"I thought he was a grad., and not a stranger, for he didn't have a guide book, and didn't ask us to show him the "campus." Had he been a soldier?"
"Didn't say. If so, he was probably a Confed."
"Well, he looked like an interesting old cock anyway," said Holworthy to the others. "He was standing before one of the tablets with his hat off. Somehow, when we saw him, our own hats felt so uncomfortable that we took them off, too, as we passed through."
"Holly made up all sorts of poetry about him," added Dixey.
"No, I didn't; but I do think he did the right thing in uncovering."
"Of course he did," said Ernest Gray, emphatically. "No man ought to keep his hat on in that transept."
"Oh, now you've done it, Hol," groaned Stoughton. "You have started the 'Only Serious.'"