“Tom’s easy,” said Artie.
“He bites like a sunfish,” said Roy.
It did not take them long to reach a thoroughfare where their tanned faces and jaunty, out-of-town air attracted no little attention.
“Maybe they know we’re just fresh from a life on the ocean wave,” suggested Artie.
“They can see we’re fresh, all right,” said Roy. “We should worry.”
In the first confectionery store which they came to they lined up at the soda counter from behind which a white-jacketed man smiled at them.
“Give me a raspberry sundae,” said Artie.
“V—vanilla,” said Tom, hesitatingly.
“I’ll take heliotripe—trope,” said Roy.
The man waited, laughing good-naturedly.