“More the way you would eggs,” said Janet.
“I’ll show you.” I lunged at the spoon.
“Go away! This isn’t eggs,” said Jonathan, beating steadily.
“Your arm must be tired. Let me take it,” pleaded Janet.
“No, me!” I said. “Janet, you’ve got to get your coat and things. You’ll have to start in fifteen minutes. Here, Jonathan, you need a fresh arm.”
“I’m fresh enough.”
“And I really don’t think you have the motion.”
“I have motion enough. This is my job. You go and help Janet.”
“Janet’s all right.”
“So am I. See how white it’s getting. The Judge said—”