"Corny, where are your manners?"
"'S all right. I'll buy another," said Hippo, who then winked brazenly at Skippy.
"I'll murder him, I will," said Skippy wrathfully to himself. "I'd strip the hide off him, if it—if it weren't for—" Then he raised his eyes and beheld the reason why, smiling at him with perfect faith.
"I'm afraid we've spoiled Corny just a little," she said hesitating.
"Oh, that's all right."
"Is—is there much of that dreadful hazing?"
"Well, sometimes," said Skippy, who always placed the proper value on his services.
"Oh dear, I've heard such dreadful things have happened," said Miss Potterman, thoroughly alarmed.
"That's only when accidents happen."
"Accidents!"