“I don’t like these things,” he said, frowning.
“Neither do I,” said Tootles. “They send you a bill nowadays like a billet-doux.”
Flick began to repeat, doubtfully.
“Bill—billet-doux; billet-doux—bill.”
“What are you doing now?” said Tootles, perceiving Flick resorting to his note-book.
“I might work up that elevator story,” said Wilder, who had abandoned the pun. “There’s a meal in that.”
“Yes; but that’s to-morrow,” said Tootles.
“Kick me,” said O’Leary, all at once, staring at the open letter.
“Perfectly willing to, but why?” said Tootles, approaching.
“Kick me—bite me—stick a pin in me,” said O’Leary wildly.