He felt like taking to his heels and running for his life.
"Chilblains, sir ?" came severely from Professor Such.

"Sir--sir, do not attempt to be facetious with me! You will regret it if you do!" Cold sweat started out on Harry's forehead, and he looked appealingly toward his companion; but Frank had turned away to conceal his merriment.
"I--I don't think I--I understood your--your question," stammered Harry.

"I'm a little heard of haring--I mean hard of hearing." "I asked you what was the matter with your face, sir." "Oh, my face! Ha! ha! He! he! I thought you said something about my pace, because I was walking so slowly.

That made me fancy you were interested to know what ails my feet.

Excuse me! I beg your pardon, professor!" "Hum!" coughed the professor, again scratching his chin with the tip of his finger, while he peered through his spectacles, plainly still somewhat suspicious.