He thought for a moment counting on his fingers, then said:
“I know seven.”
“Seven big swear words, well, well, and can you name them to me?”
“Yes, sir, all of them and I may know another.”
“All right. Try it. One, two, three, four, five, six; my! that’s an awful bad one, and—and—seven. There they are.”
In repeating the words, his manner showed he was familiar with their use. Not a blush rose to his cheeks.
“Do you want to be a member of this association?”
“Yes, sir, all my friends are members and they want me to join.”
“I will pin your card before me, on the desk. See?”