“It ain’t any use making further talk. You’ve got my answer, and that settles it.”
Saying which, she retreated into the house and slammed the door in their faces.
“I’m so lonesome, oh, I’m so lonesome!” sang Jack Ready. “Children, we are cast adrift in the cold and cruel world. We are stranded in the wilds of Iowa, far from home and kindred. Permit me to shed a few briny tears.”
“This thing is getting me blazing mad!” grated Bart Hodge. “What do you think about it, Merry?”
“There seems to exist a peculiar prejudice against baseball teams in this town,” said Frank.
“This makes me think of a little experience of mine in Missouri two years ago,” began Stretcher.
But Buck Badger suddenly placed a clenched fist right under Jim’s nose, which caused the boy from Missouri to dodge backward, exclaiming:
“I beg your pardon! I’ll tell you about that some other time.”
“What can we do?” exclaimed Morgan. “We seem to be up against it.”
“Perhaps we can get into a private house somewhere if we pay enough,” suggested Rattleton. “I’m willing to doff the coe—I mean cough the dough.”