"He's grown!"
In the joy of his own increased stature he had never dreamed that like processes of Nature produce like results.
"Ten pounds heavier," said Dennis. "He ought to make a peach of a tackle this year!"
"Bringing girls around!" said Stover scornfully, to vent his rage.
"More to be pitied than blamed," sang Dennis on a popular air. "It's his sister. Luscious eyes—quite the figure, too."
"Figure—huh!" said Stover, who hadn't seen.
At the Jigger Shop the Gutter Pup, looking up from a meringue entirely surrounded by peach jiggers, hailed them:
"Hello, Rinky Dink! Changed your mind, eh? Thought you were homesick."
"Sure I was, but Dennis came in with a bucket and caught the tears," said Stover gravely. "I'll call you in next time. Al, how be you? Here's what I owe you. Set 'em up."
"Très bien!" said Dennis de Brian de Boru Finnegan.