“Certainly not an hour,” agreed Grant. “Stick to it a while longer, Pop.”
“All right,” sighed George, “but I know we’ve been working at least an hour.”
“You never worked an hour in your life,” said John. “How do you know how long it is?”
“I warn you not to talk like that,” said George, pretending to be angry. “I am sitting right behind you, you know, and it would be no trouble at all for me to give you a good, swift punch in the middle of the spine.”
“Oh, Pop,” exclaimed Fred. “How bloodthirsty you’re getting.”
“I’m thirsty for a drink of water, that’s sure,” exclaimed George.
“You’ll have to wait until the hour is up,” said Grant.
“I say it’s up now.”
“The rest of us say not, though,” reminded Grant. “Besides that, we’re three to your one, so we can make you do pretty much as we please.”
“Is that so?” exclaimed George haughtily. “Well, if I want to turn my head around I don’t know who could stop me.”