“Never mind. Just shut ’em; that’s all.”
“No tricks now. I don’t want a mouthful of salt, or find that I’m all tangled up in a folding chair.”
“No, this is something on my own account. Shut your eyes.”
“All right. Here goes.”
Jerry accommodatingly closed his eyelids. He opened them almost immediately as he heard a loud thump in the room.
“What was that?” he asked.
“That was yours truly,” explained Bob.
“What doing?”
“I threw my Latin grammar and my algebra over there behind the bookcase.”