"Br-a-a-y!" said Mr. Sensenbrenner, again none too relevantly.
"Oh, show her the way the zebra in the Park goes on Sunday morning,
Arch!"
He inserted two fingers, splaying his mouth. "Heigh-ho!
He-e-e-e-e-e-e-e!"
"Ain't that lifelike, Stella?"
"It sure is."
"Oh, look! Up there—the third story—see—those are the Cobbs' windows, all lit up! Oh, gee! I just can't make my feet behave. Waltz me around again, Archie! No; you got to take the first dance with Stella."
"Oh no, Cora; he wants—"
"You hear, Arch?"
"Sure; only, I can't force her if she don't want to."
"Sure she wants to! Hurry! I hear Skinnay Flint's ukulele. Gee! I just can't make my feet be-have!"