"It's not playing the game," he grumbled; "I was here first, Cherub was second—"
"Who isn't playing the game?" flashed out Miss Gaymer. "Have you shaved, Binks?"
Binks, taken in flank, admitted the impeachment,—which, it may be mentioned, was self-evident. "You haven't, either," was the best retort he could make.
"No, but I've brushed my teeth," said the ever-ready Miss Gaymer.
"Well," pursued Binks desperately, "you haven't done your hair."
"My lad," replied his opponent frankly, "if you were a woman and had to put things on over your head, you wouldn't have done your hair either."
Binks, utterly demoralised, fell out of the fighting line.
"Joey, I've shaved," murmured the second gentleman in a deprecating voice.
Miss Gaymer turned a surprised eye upon him.
"Why, Cherub, dear?" she inquired.