The young man got in, and stated the address to which he wished to go; then he said, “What is on your mind?”
“I want to ask you why you think it is that we are keeping an army in Siberia.”
Mr. Daniel Webster Irving was a peculiar-looking person; his head came up a long way out of his collar, and with its quick alert movements it made you think of a quail sitting in a tree and looking out for you and your gun. He had a brown moustache, rather bristly and rebellious, and grey eyes which he fixed upon you sharply when you said something stupid in class. He fixed them now upon Bunny, demanding, “What makes you interested in that?”
“I have a friend with the troops there, nearly a year, and I’ve had some news that worries me. I don’t understand what’s going on.”
Said Mr. Irving: “Are you ask
