“Shadow, you want to frame that joke and hang it in the woodshed.”
“Put it down in moth-balls until next summer, Shadow.”
“Oh, say, speaking about moth-balls puts me in mind of another story. A man——”
“Was it a young man, Shadow?” asked Dave, calmly.
“Maybe it was a very old man,” suggested Phil.
“Was he clean-shaven or did he have a beard?” queried Roger.
“Never mind if he was young or old, or clean-shaven or not,” cried the story-teller. “This man——”
“Was he an American or a foreigner?” demanded Gus Plum. “That is something we have simply got to know.”
“And if he was knock-kneed,” put in Sam. “I hate love stories about knock-kneed men. They aren’t a bit romantic.”
“Who said anything about a love story about a knock-kneed man?” burst out Shadow. “I said——”