"You wait till I really put my mind on it," said Billy with a droll look. "You'll be surprised, my boys."
"We don't doubt that in the least," said Harry. "Why, I never heard such poetry," chuckled young Smith.
"It actually makes me cry," said Arthur.
"You will be surprised when I take the prize," answered Billy, taking all this chaff good-naturedly.
"Yes, I think we will be," replied Seymour. "Surprised is no name for it. We will be actually thunderstruck."
"Oh, you boys are jealous," grinned Billy. "Shall I give you another sample?"
"Another piece of patchwork, you mean," grinned Harry. "No, please don't. I have not recovered from the other yet."
"You fellows do not appreciate real genius, and here is the river right at your feet to inspire you to noble thoughts. Come on, let's take a spin."
"You have set our brains to spinning already," said Arthur.
"No, one good turn deserves another," quoted Jesse W., with a broad grin. "Come on, boys, before Billy breaks out again."