"Aw, Professor, what's the dif? You couldn't grind Latin and Greek into me with a steel-rolling machine. Gimme a chance! There's a little girl waiting for me outside and a big job. I can't get one without the other—and I don't get either unless you folks slip me the sheepskin."
"Impossible, sir! Astounding! Insulting! Impossible!"
"Have a heart, can't you?"
"Leave the room, sir, at once!"
"All right!" Teed sighed, and turned away. At the door he paused to murmur, "All right for you, Stookie-tookie!"
Litton's spectacles almost exploded from his nose.
"What's that?" he shrieked.
Teed turned and came back, with an intolerable smirk, straight to the desk. He leaned on it with odious familiarity and grinned.
"Say, Prof, did you ever hear of the dictagraph?"
"No! And I don't care to now."