“Go and holler under every boy’s window,” said Billy Grimes, with the air of one who had made an important discovery. “I will holler under your’s, Pip,” was his magnificent offer.
“But who will be the feller to go to your window?” asked Sid.
“Why—why—you.”
“Well, who will holler under my window?” said Sid.
“I,” said Wort.
“And under yours?” continued the president.
“I,” said Juggie.
“And who under Juggle’s?”
“I,” said Tony.
“And who under Tony’s?”