“Too bad, Dan,” laughed Bob. “Haven’t you got a handkerchief?”
“Handkerchief!” said Dan scornfully. “What good would that be? What I need is a Turkish bath and a dozen towels. Say, did you do that on purpose, you—you blamed fool?”
“No, honest, Dan, I didn’t. I didn’t know what was up, until Nelson was taken with a fit.”
“Fit! I’ll fit him!” said Dan with a grin. “How do I look?”
“Like New Haven after a football victory!”
“Huh! Well, let’s have that stuff and get this fool job done!”
“Sure you don’t want to come up and clean off a bit?”
“I’m not coming up until the thing’s done, I tell you. Lower away on that paint, only for goodness’ sake be careful!”
“Of course I will! What’s the saying about gilding refined gold and painting the lily, Dan? There’s no use wasting any more of this precious stuff on you; you’re complete now. I couldn’t add to your beauty if I had gallons and gallons here!”
“Shut up!” said Dan cheerfully; “and tell those two other idiots that if they don’t stop laughing I’ll go up there and paint ’em from head to feet!”