"I suppose I'll have to wear them." He drew the cap out and set it on his head.

"Wonder what the B stands for, Tom." "What bee ?" asked Tom lazily.
"The B on this cap," replied the other, studying it.
Tom suddenly sat up on the bed.

"Why, Brimfield, of course!" he exclaimed in triumph.

"There now! Was I right or wasn't I ?" "Shucks! It might stand for anything: Brown, Brooklyn, beans, brownbread, basketball----" "Yes, and Brimfield! And aren't the Brimfield colours maroon-and-grey, and isn't that cap grey, and isn't that B maroon ?" "It's red." "So is maroon, a brownish-red." Tom had deserted his bed and was turning the cap about eagerly.

"This belongs to some fellow here who has won his letter, Steve," he said with deep conviction.
"Some fellow who has _lost_ his letter, you mean," replied Steve with a laugh.