Poor George! his imagination was as powerful as Marmaduke’s; but he could not equal him in oratory.
As for the boys, they were thunder-struck; this exceeded their utmost expectations.
Steve was the first to speak. “Don’t yell so loudly, George; there are no geologists near to hear you;” he said.
Then again the boys, Marmaduke excepted, huddled around the bones, and expressed unqualified astonishment.
“What will you do about it, George?” Will inquired.
“Travel them around the country for a show;” Marmaduke sneered.
But George was too much elated to regard such gross indignities. Let the envious little simpleton rave; hadn’t he read that every great man has his enemies and detractors? He would ignore the mean wretch and his insulting words.
But for all his philosophy, the words did rankle in his breast.
“Well, what will you do?” Will inquired again.
“Ship them to a geologist, I suppose;” George said jocosely.