“Every one,” cried Don, jumping up. “But I’ve got to wash first. Some one light the gas if they can find the matches.”
“Well, I’m off,” said Paddy.
“So’m I,” echoed Dave. “I say, Don, I’m coming over after supper to see if you can help me with that trigonometry stuff.”
“All right,” answered Don from the bedroom between splashes. “If you know less about it than I do I’ll be surprised.”
“Come on,” cried Paddy impatiently from the doorway—
“‘The time has come,’ the Walrus said,
‘To eat of many things;
Of apple sauce and gingerbread,
Of cake and red herrings!’”