“But,” said Dick, “you know you could spend your life at her feet, listening to the musical murmur of her heavenly voice.”
“Her voice sounds like tearing a rag!” sneered Zenas. “She’s all skin and bones, and——”
“Why, professor!” interrupted Brad. “I heard you assert that her form had the grace of a gazelle.”
“Never—never said it! She’s a hatchet-faced old——”
“Tut! tut!” chided Dick. “You know you admired her the first time you beheld her intellectual and classic countenance.”
“Now stop it, boys! Did you see her glare at me with those fishy eyes?”
“Awful!” exclaimed Dick. “You called her eyes limpid lakes.”
“I deny it! I deny it! And she has false teeth, for I heard her mumble that she lost them when she fell.”
“You distinctly stated,” reminded Buckhart, “that her teeth were pearls beyond price.”
“I think they cost about eleven dollars a set,” estimated Dick.