"Thomas Prince, the big boob!" Gogo might comment without bitterness.
"He's not a big boob, either, is he, Mother?" Mary was swift in defence. "He's not nearly such a boob as Tubby Butler or Sam Moulton!"
"Gosh, that's right--knock Tubby!" Gogo would mumble.
"Oh, my darling boy, and my darling girl!" Alice, full of affection and distress, would look from one to the other. Gogo, standing near his mother, usually had a request.
"They're all over at Sam's to-night. Gosh! they're going to have fun!"
"Father said 'NOT again this week,'" Mary might chant.
"Mary!" Alice's reproachful look would silence her daughter; she would put an arm about her son.
"What is it to-night, dear?"
"Oh, nothing much!" Gogo would fling up his dark head impatiently.
"Just Tubby and Sam?"