"Since when?" said Snorky wickedly.
Skippy allowed this to pass, but having pensively contemplated the effect produced by the addition of Miss Dolly Travers, Miss Jennie Tupper and Miss Vivi Balou to the adoring galaxy of the past, he swung a leg over the table and assuming that newly acquired manner of a man of the world, which was specially galling to his chum, announced,
"Snorky, old horse, you play it wrong."
"I do, eh?"
"You do. There's nothing in that fussing game. Women, my boy, are our inferiors."
"Well, it took you some time to find it out."
"Keerect, but now I'm wise. Woman is like a harp in the desert, played upon by every passing wind."
"Where'd ye read that?"
"If you're going in for that sort of thing get promiscuous. The only cure for one woman is another."
"You ought to know."