"I see you're playin' a tune on the washboard."
Wallie replied stiffly:
"Yes, I'm doing a little laundry." Pinkey's criticism of the cake still rankled.
"You ain't washin' that blue shirt a'ready?" Pinkey demanded, incredulously. "You only bought it Thanksgivin'."
"The front of it bent like rubber-glass and I couldn't stand it any longer." He added reminiscently: "There was a time when I wore a fresh shirt daily."
Pinkey stared at him awe-stricken:
"I wouldn't think changin' as often as that would be healthy."
The clothes in the dishpan on the stove boiled over, and as Wallie jumped for the broom-handle to poke them under, Pinkey demanded:
"Are you bilin' your flannens?"
"Certainly."