“Huh!” Tom grunted, seating himself at the table. “Say, Dan, wait a second, like a good chap, and drop this in the mail for me. I’ll take that stamp, Alf.”
“Haven’t got it just now. I’ll give you one some day, though. I always pay my debts sooner or later.”
“I’ve got one,” Dan offered. “Toss me the letter.”
“There you are. Remind me that I owe it to you, Dan. That was the last one I had. I can’t keep stamps. I believe Alf must eat them.”
“Well!” exclaimed Alf indignantly, “I’d just like to know who buys all the stamps that are used in this room.”
“Not you, you old miser!”
“Tom, you must apologize for that, you really must!”
“Who to? Now, look here, sonny, if you start this again—!”
Dan made a hurried leap for the door and escaped the rush.
“Good-bye, you fellows!”