"Yea!" Puffy was still watching the great gem. "Not real though."
"Perfect as a dream," Jim Drake went on, not hearing.
"Perfect phony," Puffy insisted.
Drake swung around unsteadily.
"Who you calling phony," he lisped angrily. "That's girl's wunnerful."
He staggered and collapsed against Puffy's barrel chest.
"Home for you," Puffy decided.
e retrieved Drake like a sack of spuds and placed him carefully on his feet.