“You didn’t say it right,” laughed Blue.
“Why not?”
“Nobody does till they catch on.”
“Say it again, please!”
The bit of nonsense was repeated with a dash that made Doodles gasp in admiration. But his second trial showed no improvement.
“I don’t care!” he cried disgustedly. “It wouldn’t bring Mr. Gaylord any quicker if I said it right a million times! He’s a lovely man—I wish he was here this minute! And now they’ve got his room!”
“Huh! this crowd won’t stay long,” declared Blue. “They ain’t the kind. Oh, say! I forgot! Joe’s comin’ round at ten o’clock, and we’re going up on Seip’s Hill.”
“I, too?”
“Well, what do you take me for? Prob’ly we shall leave you here in the rocking chair, and Joe’ll wheel me all the way!”
Doodles chuckled.