“Standart,” said Monty drearily. Leon choked on a gurgle of amusement as Monty turned an accusing look toward him.
“What’s he done now?” inquired Dud. “Slept in his shoes?”
“No, he’s gone and bought himself a piccolo!”
“A piccolo!” echoed Dud ecstatically.
“Let him eat it,” advised Jimmy. “Maybe it’ll choke him. Hope it does, too. Any fellow who will eat pickles——”
“Don’t be a silly gopher,” growled Monty. “You don’t eat the things. You play on them.”
“Oh, I thought a piccolo was a young pickle,” replied Jimmy innocently. “What do you play on them for?”
“To make a beast of a noise, I suppose. I don’t know any other answer. He just got it——”
“A piccolo, Jimmy,” explained Dud carefully, “is a musical instrument—” Monty snorted—“a musical instrument resembling a flute. You might call it a flutette. It——”