“But as near as I can make out,” Fred said, “that isn't what happened.”
“Why isn't it?”
“You say 'and both us talking' and so on. As near as I can make out, you didn't say anything at all.”
“Well, I didn't—much,” Ramsey admitted, and returned to his point with almost pathetic persistence. “But doesn't it seem kind o' funny to you, Fred?”
“Well, I don't know.”
“It does to me,” Ramsey insisted. “It certainly does to me.”
“Yes,” said Fred cruelly. “I've noticed you said so, but it don't look any funnier than you do when you say it.”
Suddenly he sent forth a startling shout. “Wow! You're as red as a blushing beet.”
“I am not!”
“Y'are!” shouted Fred. “Wow! The ole woman-hater's got the flushes! Oh, look at the pretty posy!”