Premise: Dan was the oldest ; he was my age -- thirteen .<br>He was a lean , freckled fellow with rather long , lank , brown hair and the shapely King nose .<br>We recognized it at once .<br>His mouth was his own , however , for it was like to no mouth on either the King or the Ward side ; and nobody would have been anxious to claim it , for it was an undeniably ugly one -- long and narrow and twisted .
Hypothesis: Dan's nose can smell roses from a mile away.