_Bob._ What?

_Dad._ My precious son in trouble again! Never any end to it!
Recklessness--dissipation--insolence! I've reached the end of my
patience. Absolutely the end!

_Bob._ What's happened?

_Dad (waves letter in his hand)._ Here's a letter from the dean.
He's got himself suspended from college.

_Jessie (horrified)._ Oh, Dad!

_Bob._ What's he done?

_Dad._ Turning loose a live goat in a college lecture hall!

_Bob._ You can't mean it!

_Dad._ Here's the letter! They were having a fraternity initiation,
it seems, and Jack was bringing the goat, his horns painted with
phosphorus, a bunch of fire-crackers tied to his tail. Fire-crackers
to the tail of a goat!

_Jessie._ But Dad! How do you know that Jack--

_Dad._ He admitted everything in his letter to the dean! He was
passing a hall where they were giving an evening lecture. He had a
grudge against the professor. He turned out the lights, and turned
loose the goat! What do you think of that? _(A silence.)_ What do