“Well, what else?”
“Your eyes look as if you’d been having a big fight with the bully of the school.”
“Are they still so very much swollen up?”
“More than ever,” I said, in comforting tones.
“But they’re not black?”
“No; only purple and yellow and green.”
“Val,” he cried passionately, “if you go on like that I’ll sit up and punch your head.”
“You can’t,” I replied.
“No, you coward! Oh, if I only could! It’s taking a mean advantage of a fellow. But never mind; I’m going to hear it all. What else?”
“I won’t tell you any more,” I replied.