“No; old Lobster like to kiss me,” declared Fake.
“Who told you so much?” sneered Gunn.
“We say so, old Lobster have to kiss us,” asserted Fake.
“Have to?” gasped the perspiring pedagogue. “Why should I?”
“That rule,” explained Fraud. “We want it, no man get away less he do so.”
A groan of genuine distress escaped the lips of Zenas.
“I’m sure you don’t want it,” he hastened to say. “Just call Mr. Coddington. I’m very ill! I must see a physician at once! Please let me off!”
But they were obdurate, both insisting on receiving a kiss from him.
“It’s foolishness,” he declared. “You have veils on.”
“Oh, we move um,” Fake hastened to say.