"Come to think of it, I rather fancy we were all dressing.

You see, we always do dress when we get up in the morning, Mr.Crabtree," he added with a simple smile.
"I want none of your impudence, Ditmore." "Oh, dear, was I impudent ?" murmured The Imp.

"I didn't know it.

I beg ten thousand pardons--yes, a million, if you'd rather, sir." "Be quiet, you--you forward boy! Something was going on in here! If I find out what it was, I shall punish all of you!" And having thus delivered himself, Josiah Crabtree strode out of the dormitory, banging the door after him.
"Isn't he an angel!" murmured Andy.
"The sweetest teacher that ever grew!" returned Pepper.
"I'd like to know how long Captain Putnam will put up with him," was Jack's comment.
"I don't believe it will be very long," answered Fred.
The cadets finished their dressing and hurried below.

On account of the storm the morning drill was held in the gymnasium, and then the young soldiers marched to the mess-room.