as different from a Prince Rupert drop as a ham sandwich is from chicken.
"Ah—um," mused the president, putting on his glasses, and gazing at Dutch through them. "Very interesting, Mr. Housenlager—very—but—hardly what I asked you."
"I—er I—er—I'm afraid I'm not prepared, sir," stammered the fun-loving youth, and the smiles went round the class.
"Too bad—don't you want to try again?" asked the president.
Dutch thought, and thought hard, but the more he tried to use his brain, the more foreign Prince Rupert seemed to him. He gave it up.
"Failure," murmured Dr. Churchill, as he marked it down against Dutch. "You may try, Parsons."
Tom gave the right answer. Dutch gave a gasp of surprise, and it was noticed that he paid very close attention to the rest of the lesson. But it did not go much farther, for, as Dutch had predicted, the president soon got on a strain that interested him, and, ignoring the text book, which was opened at the wrong page, he swept into a talk on something about as far from physics as is bookkeeping.
But the "goose of Dutch had been done to a lovely brown," once more quoting Holly Cross. His trick had turned against him, for, had he given
