"Gentlemen, gentlemen!" pleaded Kibosh, "do not quarrel."
"Kwawrul, you mean," smiled Jesse Willows. "It's immawrul to kwawrul in Surracuse, Noo Yorruk."
Totts now began to show signs of jumping up and down.
"Have we adopted phonetic spelling, or have we not?" he roared.
"Not yore kind," said Willows.
"Yore!" echoed Totts. "Listen to that dialect!" And he blew his noise more loudly.
"Hup, hup," began Egghorn; but his voice stuck as usual.
"You should get a chauffeur," said Cottsill, severely, to him.
"Hup, hup. Compromise," finished Egghorn.