"They're so blue!" said Cadet McLean. "So deeply, darkly——"
"If you don't shut up," Magnus shouted at him, "I'll try if I can't shake some sense into you. Quit sighing like a furnace. You nearly blew the gas out."
"Of course I can't expect you to understand," said Rig. "You live only in books, far away from all this sort of thing."
"I hope so, this sort," said Magnus.
"You see, my heart is larger than my head," said Mr. McLean. "Always was."
But now Magnus threw down his book, and pitched into his friend very literally; pounding him, hustling him, getting him into a real fisticuff fight to protect himself.
"Feel better, don't you?" said Mr. Kindred, when the two faced each other, flushed and panting. "Balance of power restored?"
"I don't know how I feel!" said McLean. "I've lost all my ideas."
"Well, don't advertise them at any high figure," said Magnus.
"Let 'em alone,
And they will come home,
With their little tails behind 'em.