“I did,” said Harvey. “Tickled him everywhere. He’s so fat he don’t feel it.”
“I will fix him,” said Eddie. He went to Fatty’s side and in a deep, gruff voice exploded, “Class in algebra, stand!”
Fatty sat up so quickly that he nearly bowled Eddie over. Everyone laughed, and Eddie retreated to the window seat where he rolled around in glee.
Then he said soberly, “Say, Fat, you know that pencil case sort of thing you sold me in Sunday School?”
“Sure!” said Fatty. “I bought it back all square and fair from your brother Jack. Paid him money for it! Why?”
“I want it and want it quick!” said Eddie.
“It’s mine, all right,” said Fatty, sniffling and reaching over to get a handkerchief. The suit case was beside his bed.
“That’s all right! I want it!”
“All right,” said Fatty, still fumbling. “I want it myself. I was going to fix it for a pencil case, but if you want it so bad as all that, why, take it!”
Without warning, he sat up, the cylinder in his hand, and threw it across the room toward Eddie.