“What would you do,” asked Bink, “if you should open your eyes at night and see the dark form of a burglar in your room?”
“I’d shut my eyes again,” said Danny promptly. “Give me a cigarette.”
“Since you’ve taken to drinking again,” declared Bink, flinging the cigarette at Dan, “it’s never dark in your room at night, unless you cover your nose with powder.”
Griswold caressed his red beak.
“That’s sunburn,” he said. “You know I’m going in for athletics of late, and I’m outdoors a great deal.”
“I’m going in for athletics, too,” murmured Bink.
“Going to try the clubs?” asked Dan.
“No; going to try rolling my own cigarettes.”
“Haw!” snorted Griswold. “That’s hot stuff. Have you heard my latest joke? It’s positively Shakespearian.”
“Yes, I’ve heard it,” said Bink promptly; “but I thought it dated back of Shakespeare.”