“Have you tried it?” asked Tommy, sternly business-like.
“Not yet, but I dope it out that—”
“Nothing on paper; no mouth inventing,” interrupted Tommy, firmly. “Practical experiments.”
“You're right,” said Bill, with moody acquiescence. “I wish to heaven I didn't have to go to the shop. Some things can't be done by one man alone.” He looked at Tommy and hesitated.
Tommy also hesitated. Then he said: “If you think I can help I'll be glad to, Bill. But you must do exactly as you wish. I don't want to pry—”
“You big chump!” interrupted Bill, “I've been afraid to ask you. You know I don't hit it right every time, and you may lose patience with me and—”
“Tut-tut, me child!” said Tommy.
“Well, I'm only warning you.”
“Bill, I'd like to talk all night, but I guess we'd better go to bed.”
“I sha'n't sleep a wink all night,” Bill spoke accusingly.