CHAPTER I.
A SONG OF GOLDEN SUMMER "Now, David, you know that I know that you don't know what I know.
Therefore, if I know that you don't know what I _know_ you don't know, it's very plain to be seen that either you or I know very little.

Now, which of us is a know-nothing?
Don't be afraid to confess.

Remember, we are your friends." Hippy Wingate beamed benevolently upon his victim, bland expectation written on his plump face.
"No real friend of mine would ever take such cowardly advantage of the English language," was David Nesbit's scathing retort.

"I'll leave it to Grace if I'm not right." "There, Grace.

At last you have an opportunity to strike for the right.
I believe in striking a valiant blow for the right----" "So do I," cut in Reddy Brooks decisively.