“I’ve pitied you all my life for that,” laughed Lanny. “But what did he say?”
“Said in order for him to let us have the use of town property he’d have to introduce a bill or something in the Council and have it passed and signed by the Mayor and sworn to by the Attorney and sealed by the Sealer and—and——”
“And stamped by the stamper?” suggested Dick Lovering helpfully.
“Cut out the comedy stuff,” said Lanny. “He just won’t do it, eh?”
“That’s what I gathered,” Way assented dryly. “And if, in my official capacity of——”
“Or incapacity,” interpolated Lanny sweetly.
Way scowled fearsomely. “If in my capacity of manager of this team,” he resumed with dignity, “I’m required to go on any more idiotic errands like that I’m going to resign. I may be crazy and foolish, but I hate to have folks mention it.”
“We’re all touchy on our weak points,” said Lanny kindly. “Well, I suppose you did the best you could, Way, but I’m blessed if I see how it would hurt them to let us use their old road roller.”
“He also dropped some careless remark about the expense of running it,” observed Way, “from which I gathered that, even if he did let us take it, he meant to sock us about fifteen dollars a day!”