"I say, Snorky, where do you keep the Bible?"
"The—the Bible?" said Snorky faintly.
"Sure, the Bible."
Snorky's first thought was that Skippy must be the victim of a secret malady and ready to make his will. His next was even more alarming.
"You're not thinking of anything rash, are you, old horse?"
"What the deuce?"
"You and Jennie?"
"What the Sam Blazes are you driving at?"
"Thought you were looking up the marriage service," said Snorky facetiously.
"Shucks, no. Nothing of the sort. I just, I just want to look up a reference."