"Seeing if there are any females inside."
"What's that to you?" said Jimmy indignantly.
"Keep your eye peeled and I'll show you," said the urchin, standing up, freeing his belt and unbuttoning his vest. In a moment, by a series of contortions, he drew forth the three signs and proudly displayed them.
"See these gilt ones," he said confidentially to the astounded Roman, "got 'em in the open car; stood right up and unscrewed them—penal offense, my boy. The tin one was easier, but it's a beaut. 'No loitering on these premises.' Cast your eye over that," he added, passing it to The Roman, who, as he gravely received it, gave Jimmy a dig that cut short a fit of coughing.
"Pretty fine, eh?" said Stover.
"Em, yes, quite extraordinary—quite so."
"And what do you think of these?" continued Stover, producing two silver nickel-plated knobs ravished from the washbasin. "'Pull and Push'—that's my motto. Say, Bill, how does that strike you?"
The Roman examined them and handed them back.
"You'll find it rather—rather slow at the school, won't you?"
"Oh, I'll put ginger into it."