“Right after breakfast, hey?”
“And his two aids—or lemonades, we’ll have some sport with them; what do you say?”
“Answered in the positive.”
“Yes, but home sweet home by noontime; to-morrow’s ice cream day.”
At this Roy Blakeley jumped upon an old barrel that was about to be offered to the flames and shouted:
“I scream, I scream
When we have ice cream
And I do not roam
But stay at home⸺
“All in favor of making a raid on P. Harris to-morrow will say Me, I mean Aye, and be ready for a hike around the lake at ten P. Q. and we’ll jolly the life out of him, and everybody that isn’t back by one I can have his helping of cream as a tribute—I mean a herald—I mean a tribute; I don’t know what I mean, shut up, I will, thanks be seated!”