"We don't wish to intrude." "But wait just one moment gentlemen," begged Eaton.

"We want you to see for yourselves how effectively we are smoothing the touge creases out of these baby midshipmen." During the discussion Flint and Austin had been standing at one side of the room, looking decidedly sheepish.

Both had their blouses off, though neither had been required to take off his collar.

The trousers of the two fourth classmen were rather liberally overlaid with dust, showing that they must have been performing some rough stunts on the floor.
"Step over to that, basin, mister," ordered Youngster Eaton, eyeing Flint, who promptly obeyed.
"Now, mister, stand on your head in that bowl," commanded Midshipman Eaton.
Looking doubly red and uncomfortable, with these two grave-looking second classmen present, Flint bent down, attempting to stand on his head in the bowl of water, while he tried, at the same time to push his feet up the wall, thus standing on his head.

Twice Flint essayed the feat and failed, splashing a good deal of water over the floor.