“I’d feel cute dressed up like a girl!”
“It’ll be a scream.”
“Yah—for you!”
I was grinning more than ever.
“When you flutter in, kid, looking like Mary Pickford on her wedding day, I’ll meet you at the door and give you an old smacker right on the two-lip bed.”
“It won’t work, Jerry. For I’m too bow-legged to pass for a girl.”
“Say, what do you think we’re going to pull off?—a bathing-beauty contest?”
“It would be a side-show if you had your way about it.”
“Suppose your legs are sort of corkscrewed,” says I, looking him over. “Your petticoat will cover that up.”
His eyes were dancing now. For big monkey that he is, he’s as full of crazy fun as the next fellow.