"Yes, Tough, we are ruining our future happiness."
"And how good one of the little beauties will taste after that brutalizing Sunday dinner."
"I can hardly wait. By the way, I blew myself to a few glad rags," said Dink, bringing out his purchases, "I rather fancy them. How do they strike you?"
McCarthy emitted a languishing whistle and then his eyes fell on the cause of all the trouble.
"Keeroogalum! Where did you get the pea-soup?"
The expression did not please. However, Stover had still in the matter of his sentimental inclinations a certain bashfulness. So he said dishonestly:
"I had 'em throw it in for a lark."
"Why, the cows would leave the farm."
"Rats. Wait and see," said Dink, who seized the excuse to don the green shirt.
When Stover's blond locks were seen struggling through the collar McCarthy exploded: