“It can’t step too fast to suit me,” said Herb. “Speed is what I like to see, every time.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” said Jimmy, lazily. “Why not take things a little easier. People had just as much fun out of life when they weren’t in such a rush about everything. I take things easy and get fat on it, while Herb is always rushing around, and it wears him down until he has the same general appearance as a five and ten cent store clothespin.” 66
“I wouldn’t want to look like a three and nine cent store pin-cushion, anyway,” said Herb, indignantly. “That’s about your style of beauty, Doughnuts.”
“Well, I never expect to take any prizes in a beauty show, so that doesn’t make me mad,” said Jimmy, calmly.
“If you weren’t so blamed fat, I’d have half a mind to throw you out the window, you old faker,” said Herb, threateningly.
“Couldn’t do it,” said Jimmy, briefly. “In the first place, I’m too heavy; and in the second place, Bob wouldn’t let you.”
“I’ll bet Bob would be glad to see you thrown out. How about it, Bob?” and Herb appealed to his friend.
“I wouldn’t want you to throw him out of either of these windows,” answered Bob, seriously. “There are valuable plants on the lawn below, and I’d hate to see them damaged. But if you want to take him out and drop him from the hall window, I’m sure nobody will have any objections.”
“Oh, I can’t be bothered carrying him that far,” said Herb. “Guess I might as well let him live a while longer, after all.”
“That’s very nice of you,” said Jimmy, sarcastically. “But you know you couldn’t do it, anyway. All I’d have to do would be to fall on you, 67 Herb, and it would be curtains for little Herbert.”