“Nor we ’ain’t ever been arrested for doin’ d-d-damage to property.”
“You s’prise me,” says Mr. Ames.
“And we d-don’t want the whole town of Wicksville laughin’ at us.”
“Don’t wonder at it a mite.”
“We can c-cook.”
“And eat,” says Mr. Ames, with another grin.
“Folks say we can take care of ourselves.”
“I’d take their word for it.”
“Then, Mr. Ames, will you rent us your ho-ho-hotel?”
Well, sir! You could have knocked me over with a feather. You could have done it with half a feather, and wouldn’t have had to hit very hard, either. Rent his hotel! I thought Mark had been hit by sunstroke.