"Mustard or no mustard?" Butsey said in explanation. "He likes to talk, but the doctor won't let him."
"I'll have all that's coming to me," said Dink loudly.
A second later his teeth had sunk into the odorous mass. He shut his eyes, gazed seraphically at the smooty ceiling and winked at Butsey.
"Umm?" said Butsey.
"Umm! Umm!"
"Isn't he the fancy young dog-catcher?"
"Well, I should rather!" said Dink, lost in the vapors. "I say, have another?"
"Thanks, old chap, but I had a couple while you were chucking the Doctor under the chin," said Butsey glibly. "Save up now; we've got a couple more places to visit."
"How much?" said Dink.
Laloo, who was reclining against the nearest wall, elevated four fingers and gazed out the window.