“Start what?” gasped Perry. “I only said——”
“I heard what you said! Cut it out!”
“What’s the matter with you?” asked Perry. “Can’t I say that I like spring if I want to?”
“And what else were you going to say?” demanded Fudge sternly.
“That it makes you feel nice and lazy,” replied the other in hurt tones.
“Oh! Nothing about—about the birds singing or the April breeze?”
Perry viewed his friend in genuine alarm. “Honest, Fudge, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Aren’t you well?”
“Then you haven’t heard it.” Fudge sighed. “Sorry I bit your head off.”
“Heard what?” asked Perry in pardonable curiosity.