"I don't see anything about here to remind you of roses," contended
Donald.
"Can you tell me," persisted Dick, "what kind of rows never come singly?"
"The kind you have to hoe," responded Donald, whose father had a garden.
"I guess that's right, Don," agreed the colonel
"Shad roes," proclaimed Dick.
"Pooh!" sniffed Don; "that has an ancient and fishlike flavor."
"Which reminds me," remarked the colonel, "that I provided some refreshments, as a consolation for your defeat, but as you won I suppose you won't care for them now."
"Speaking for myself," said Dick modestly; "it sounds good to me."