"I am ready to be convinced," said Dink, who still doubted.
"I'll show you how it's done," said the Tennessee Shad, who, going to the door, called out: "Oh, you Beekstein!"
"Profound, profound mind," said Dennis de Brian de Boru Finnegan. "Doc Macnooder is better on detail, but when it comes to theory the Tennessee Shad is the Willie Keeler boy every time!"
"I've another idea," said Stover, "a way to get even with The Roman, too."
"What's that?"
"To signal the gerund and the gerundive."
"Magnificent and most popular!" said the Tennessee Shad. "We'll put that in as a guaranty. Who'll signal?"
"I'll signal," said Stover, claiming the privilege. "It's my right!"
Beekstein, who might be completely described as a pair of black-rimmed spectacles riding an aquiline nose, now shuffled in with his dictionary under his arm, his fingers between the leaves of a Cicero to which he still clung.
"Mr. Hall," said the Tennessee Shad with a flourish, "take any chair in the room."