"You don't pretend to say that—"
"Yes, sir, all arranged—luckiest fellows alive, we are—"
"Well, but—"
"Oh, don't be uneasy—I fixed it."
"Well, I'm hanged if this isn't rich!" muttered his partner, sticking his digits into his trowserloons—biting his lips and stamping around.
"Rich! elegant! In two weeks we'll be flying our birds and—"
"Flying! Why, do you—"
"Ha! ha! I knew I'd astonish you; Tom insisted on my keeping perfectly mum, until things were in regular working order; he then set the boys to work—we have large cages on top of the building—"
"Come up on top of this building," said the partner, solemnly. "There, do you see that bundle of laths and stuff?"
"Why—why, you don't pretend to say that—"