"Then why don't you say so?"
"Yassir."
"Say what you mean," ordered the fat boy sternly. "Don't beat around the bush. You'll be getting yourself into a pickle first thing you know, for—"
"Billy! We are waiting for you to get the supper," warned the Professor severely. "You should have had it well started before this."
"Yassir," answered Chops, grinning broadly.
"You forgot something, Chops," reminded Stacy.
"Yassir?"
"No, nassir," jeered the fat boy.
"Stacy, be good enough to go away from the guide. You are interfering with his duties," rebuked the Professor.
"Nassir. Yassir," mocked the fat boy with a grin almost as broad as Billy Veal's.