"Well, you lucky hound! Getting white didn't hurt you none."
"Now listen, Bunny," said Matthew, dropping to a more serious tone, "from now on you're private secretary to the Grand Exalted Giraw; that's me."
"What's a Giraw?"
"I can't tell you; I don't know myself. Ask Givens sometime. He invented it but if he can explain it I'll give you a grand."
"When do I start to work? Or rather, when do I start drawing money?"
"Right now, Old Timer. Here's a century to get you fixed up. You eat dinner with me tonight and report to me in the morning."
"Fathers above!" said Bunny. "Dixie must be heaven."
"It'll be hell for you if these babies find you out; so keep your nose clean."
"Watch me, Mr. Giraw."
"Now listen, Bunny. You know Santop Licorice, don't you?"