"Skippy, old horse, you are so spick and span. Has love really come to you?"
"You go take a run and jump," said Skippy lightly and he began to whistle a genial air.
Now if Bedelle had denied the direct accusation, Snorky would have been certain of its truth, vice versa if the answer had been broadly affirmative, Snorky would have at once dismissed the suspicion. Skippy's light, de haut en bas manner left him unconvinced. Circumstantial evidence was all he had to go on, but the evidence was strong. Skippy undeniably was a changed man.
"What day is it?" said Skippy, who had been reading over the letter.
"Wednesday, you chump."
"Three days to Saturday," said Skippy with a sigh. He went to the washstand, poured out the water and began to scrub diligently at his nails.
"Well, you ought to get them clean by that time," said Skippy facetiously.
"What's that?"
"So you are in love?" said Snorky, shifting the conversation.
"What makes you think so?"