Bijinks buttonholed me on the way here, and I could see from his face that he was laying for me.
I've given him numerous falls from time to time, and he swore to get even.
I think he must have sat up nights, and just from curiosity I'd like to compare his gas bill with that of last month.
Good jokes come high, I tell you, and I'm really afraid poor old Bijinks will never be the same man he was before.
Success has made his hat seem too small, and presently I'll hear of him applying for my job.
But about the thing he tossed me.
Purposely he introduced the subject of the navy.
"Talking of ships," he said, soberly, "I suppose courtship might properly be considered a transport."