“But I knew you would want something to smoke, so I brought along a couple of cartons of Piedmonts. I hope that it is what you use,” said Charlie with the complacency of one who has done well.
“Speaking of unselfish devotion,” Ellen spoke up in defense of herself and Mabel, “who likes Piedmonts more than our own dear Charlie?”
Frances jumped up, grabbed Ellen’s arm and lifted it high over her head and in her best referee manner began, “One, two, three, four, five—”
Tim raised a protesting hand, “I’ll report the match to the authorities, as not one word was said about the ‘gentlemen being members of this club.’”
“What in the world is society coming to, when its younger members of both sexes are so familiar with the expressions of the boxing ring?” Mr. Wing asked.
“Oh, Daddy, Daddy! As if you don’t go to every fight that comes off, not to speak of the wrestling matches! Who was it I heard saying to Breck not long ago that he would ‘lay five to one’ on Dempsey in the Willard-Dempsey fight?” and, withering before Mabel’s onslaught, Mr. Wing retreated up the companion.
“Listen to this,” said Jack, who had been running through the magazines while the bout was going on, “It’s called ‘Sails’:
“If he had seen
A barkentine
Beating off a blowy head,