"Feels sort of soft to me," said the Tennessee Shad pensively.
"Oh, it does?"
"Question: what can you do with it? Lift a trunk as heavy as this?"
"Huh!" said Stover, bending down. "Where do you want it?"
"Gee! I do believe he can carry it almost to the room," said the Tennessee Shad, whose theory of life was to admire others do his work for him.
Stover bore it proudly on his shoulders and set it down. Dennis, planting himself arms akimbo, surveyed him with melancholy disapproval.
"Too bad, Dink! I had expected better things from you. You're still green, Dink. Been too much with the cows and chickens. Don't do it; don't do it!"
Stover glanced at the Tennessee Shad, who, satisfied, had curled himself up on the bed, to rest himself after the exertion of walking.
"I guess I am still a sucker," he said, scratching his head with a foolish grin, "I'll not be so easy next time."
"Never mind, Dink," said Dennis comfortingly. "Your education's been neglected, but I'm here. Remember that, Dennis is here, ready and willing."