“That’s very nifty,” said Brent. “It takes me back to the days when I lived in the civilized world. You got it⸺”
“I got it in a package of lemon-drops,” said the boy, with aggressive frankness.
“Which you bought on a train?”
“In a show,” said the boy, “between the acts.”
“Exactly,” said Brent, winking at Tom. “Now sit down and⸺ You like bacon?”
“Sure, I like anything,” said the boy, eating.
“Except Scouts,” said Tom.
“You don’t like ’em, do you?” said the boy, out of a full and busy mouth.
Tom eyed him amusedly. His look seemed to say that he knew the type.
“Was you ever one?” the boy asked.