"By George, if those chocolate patriots would come around again I'd give 'em the four plunks."
"I should feel like it," said Dink, who made a distinction.
The next morning being Sunday, they lolled deliciously in bed, and rose with difficulty at ten.
"Of course I don't believe in smoking before breakfast, as a general rule," said McCarthy in striped red and blue pajamas, "but I have such a fond feeling for Cuba."
"I can hardly believe it's true," said Dink, emerging from the covers like an impressionistic dawn. "Smoke up."
"How is it this morning?"
"Wonderful."
"Better and better."
"I could dream away my life on it."
"We ought to have bought more."