“Yes, it belongs to Joe Thurston, Grace Thurston’s brother. He goes to Hammond. She’s in my class at Madame Lambert’s.”
“Who, the ice-boat?” asked Chub.
“No, Mister Smarty, Grace Thurston. Anyhow, I said ‘it.’”
“You said ‘she!’”
“I said ‘it!’”
“Ladies! Ladies!” remonstrated Roy. “No disturbance, I beg of you! Remember there’s a gentleman present.”
“Where?” asked Chub, looking carefully around.
“Here,” grunted Sid, tugging at a strap.
“For that lie, Sid,” answered Chub severely, “we will go and leave you. Come on, fellows.”