“Yes! Yes, Johnny! Them were the days!”
“Every day is a good day,” Johnny philosophized. “Every day’s got to be better than the one that went before. There’s no turning back Pant, old boy. We’ve got to go forward. But what have you been doing, Pant?”
“What Satan always does,” Pant smiled strangely.
“What’s that?” Johnny stared.
“Don’t you remember, Johnny? You should read old and treasured very old books. They help a lot in understanding life. Satan when asked where he had been is supposed to have said he had come ‘From going to and fro in the earth, and from walking up and down in it.’”
“Well,” Johnny grinned. “Who’s got a better right to follow Satan’s example than you, Pant. But where did you walk?”
“Africa, Ethiopia to be more explicit.”
“Oh!” Johnny’s breath came quick with surprise. “The one place I’d most like to have been! What were you doing? What happened? Plenty I’ll bet! Tell me about it.”
“Well you know,” Pant slumped down comfortably in his chair, then, as there came some slight noise outside, sprang half out of his seat.
“You’re nervous,” Johnny looked at him in surprise. “Nervous as a cat.”