“Me for Bennett’s!” Charlie Seabury shouted.
“Same here!” Dorry piped up.
“Bennett’s or die!” screamed Ralph Warner.
“Lend me a dime, will you?” Tom Warner shouted at his brother.
“Lend me two dimes, somebody!” Bad Manners began howling.
Good night, it was some circus!
Harry said, “Come ahead, I’ll take you all to Bennett’s and treat you, and I hope I’ll never get mixed up with this crew again. I’ve had enough.”
“Hurrah for Harry Donnelle!” everybody yelled.
Cracky, everybody was staring at us and laughing as we went down Main Street. We should worry.
In Bennett’s we all lined up and Harry told Mr. Bennett to please put arsenic or carbolic acid or some other nice flavoring in our sodas; something to keep us quiet.