“Nor soft, mellow voices what sez ‘nope’?”
“Nope; they always toot through trumpets—or is it shawms?”
“Well, I’ll be dinged!” he swore.
“You’re quite likely to be.”
“All right,” cheerfully, “let’s be dinged together? Eh? What y’say?”
“Mebbe; how do you begin?”
“Facilis descensus Averni,” he suggested.
“Talk a language I understand,” but she quite understood that stale Latin quotation, “Easy is the road down.”
“That is to say,” Morris cast about for a translation. “‘Let her go, Gallagher, and boomp! you’re at the bottom!’ Let’s—uh—let’s toboggan?”
He slipped a hand under the steamer-rug and grasped her wrist.