“Then why don’t you quit stuffing?” demanded Bill.
“Things all taste so good,” said Fatty, turning the ice-cream cone around and biting on a fresh side.
“That looks like my brother’s racket,” remarked Bill.
“It is,” answered Fatty. “He will be right over. Him and Skinny Tweeters is looking over our outfit.”
“What outfit?” asked Eddie.
“Wireless,” said Fatty proudly. “Me and Skinny bought it together. We are going to stretch it between our two houses so we can talk together when it rains. I hate rain.”
“Yes, it is wet,” agreed Bill grimly. “Haven’t you both got the telephone?”
“Oh, yes!” said Fatty. “No fun talkin’ over the phone! Central gets mad or somebody wants the line or else you can’t think what to say. Besides, everybody can hear you.”
“That’s so,” said Eddie. “And you wouldn’t want anyone to hear what you have to say.”
“You bet!” said Fatty.