I told him that it was cruel to take advantage of me.
"But, sometimes," he continued, mercilessly, "it is nothing more nor less than a sort of wor—ship."
Then he artfully began to tell what wonders he had seen over in London during the time Edward was crowned king.
"Say, a coronation must be a dreadfully expensive affair," I chanced to remark, and how his eyes glittered as he drove it home, for the expected opening had come.
"Well, rather; why, the dentist charged me ten dollars just for crowning a single tooth."
That was also on me.
But Bijinks gets hold of some pretty good stories occasionally, and I expect he'll soon be working them off along with hoary chestnuts that have done duty for ages.
One I know bears the marks of newness, since the game of ping pong has only recently come into existence.
He says he knew the old fellow that said it, but I rather think he prevaricates, and must have discovered the joke in some obscure country paper.