"For Mimi Lafontaine? For a girl that can't tell a man from a cabbage? Ha, ha!"
"What's the good of calling yourself names?" said Skippy crushingly. He picked up the photograph and smiled at it. "Mimi is a flirt, but she has her good points."
"Look here!" said Snorky, rising in sudden fury. "There's one question has got to be answered right now."
"And pray what is that?" said Skippy, resting one elbow on the top of the bed and crossing his legs to show his perfect calm.
Snorky planted himself before the bureau and extended his hand in a furious gesture towards the lace bed cap that now adorned the top.
"Does or does not that belong to Miss Lafontaine?"
"Any one who would lower himself to ask such a question," said Skippy, still in a stage attitude, "does not deserve my sympathy. I would have given her up. Now I shall keep her."
"Oh, you think she cares for you, you chump?"
"I do not discuss women."