“In that get-up?”
“What’s the difference?”
“Nothing—only, well, it ain’t being done!”
“Then I’ll be different!” the boy announced in the same crisp fashion.
“Got a date?” Panama persisted in questioning, merely because Lefty’s strange attitude was worrying him.
“I’m going to town!”
“Got permission?”
“Don’t need any! I’m going, that’s enough. If anybody don’t like it, they can lump it!”
“Oh, yes sez you!”
“Oh, yes sez I!”