Dink rose and cast a towel over the set of seven colors, and then resumed his seat.
"It's all right; I've hidden it," he said.
Butsey rolled from the bed, tottered over to his own washstand and drank deeply from the water pitcher. Then he turned on the melancholy Stover.
"Say!"
"Go ahead! Soak it to me!"
"I thought you were old enough to go out alone."
"They lied to me," said Stover, kicking a chair.
"Say that again."
"They lied," repeated Dink, but with a more uncertain note.