“Yep. Ye see, missing that tooth, when I bit into anything it seemed like I was tryin’ to make a sandwich look like a Swiss cheese. It troubled my aesthetic taste. So I let the tooth carpenter build me another.”
“And your hair stays lots flatter than it did,” declared Nancy.
“Yep. Sweet oil. It works all right.”
“Nonsense, Scorch! You talk just as slangily as ever.”
“But he writes a lot better than he did,” said Jennie, suddenly. “Did you notice in his last letter?”
“You’re practising, Scorch,” said Nancy.
“I’m goin’ to night school, Miss Nancy,” admitted the boy, with a grin.
“That’s a good boy!” exclaimed Nancy.
“Well, learning is all right—even if a feller’s goin’ to be a detective,” declared Scorch, earnestly.