"You lose," said Stover; "I use a whisk-broom."
"Good!" said Dennis professionally, "but a little quicker, on the jump, get on the spring-board. Try again. 'Why, Dink, how do you get such pink cheeks?'"
"That's a hard one," said Dink.
"Peanuts!"
"Let me think."
"Bad, very bad."
"Well, what would you say?"
"Can't help it, Bill; the girls won't let me alone!"
"Try me again," said Stover, laughing.
"Say, Dink, did your mamma kiss you good-by?"