“I wasn’t going to say on—”
“You’re saying it!” shrieked Martin. “I hope you get it, too! When you do, I’ll say ‘onions’ to you! You see if I don’t!”
“You just said it yourself,” said Willard, grinning.
“That’s different.” Martin glared ferociously. “You’re just trying to make me sick again!”
“Oh, be good,” answered the other humoringly. “Tell you what I’ll do, Mart. I’ll go over to the drug store and get you some soda-mints right after dinner.”
Martin looked slightly mollified for an instant. Then he asked suspiciously: “Do they taste awful?”
“N—no, not very. Come along to dinner. You’d better try to eat something, even if you don’t feel hungry.”
“Well, all right, but I know I can’t eat.”